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#ron weasley fluff
sleyu · 8 months
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C U GIRL
PAIRING: RON WEASLEY X READER
GENRE: SMUT
WARNINGS: SEX, UNPROTECTED SEX, PRAISE, CURSING
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Hushed whispers and giggles were all that could be heard as the two of you frantically rushed along the hogwarts corridors in search of an empty, vacant classroom.
It had quite frankly started in the morning. You had chosen to sit across from Ron during breakfast, much to his dismay. As you were eating your cereal, you had taken notice of the lack of attention Ron paid to his food and the topic of the upcoming quidditch game Harry was urgently speaking of. Instead, his eyes were fixed on you, in the all-so-familiar dreamy look of his, enchanted by the sight of your face and presence.
Due to the upcoming exams, much of your evenings were spent either in the library or common room revising, leaving little time or focus on your boyfriend or the needs of the pair of you. Here Ron was, facing the dread of quidditch and academic papers, and positively ruined by the lack of you.
And so it started.
Ron deliberately gave up his spot by Harry—much to his confusion—and eagerly stole the free spot next to you, usually occupied by Hermione, who herself, was displeased yet unsurprised by Ron’s cheat. Hermione’s firm, ‘Ronald!’ was left ignored by Ron who sheepishly smiled at you, resting a gentle hand on your upper thigh.
‘Let’s skip transfiguration, yeah?’ he whispered, grinning innocently. You smirked, already familiar with this routine. Pretending to think over his question, you watched his eyes grow wide in expectancy. ‘Hmm, not sure. I heard from yesterday’s class that she’s revising important information. Wouldn’t it be a waste not to go?’
Ron’s eyebrows furrowed, his hand squeezing your thighs for attention. ‘I doubt it. Besides, even if she did, that’s what we have Harry and Hermione for!’ he laughed nervously, awaiting either your approval or dismissal.
You smiled. ‘i’m only teasing. sure, whatever you want, Ron.’ Laughing, you leaned against your boyfriend who had begun bouncing his knees anxiously.
This all led to your current predicament. Ron’s firm grip on your hand was unrelenting, dragging you inside the abandoned and perfectly spacious classroom.
He turned to you, grinning sheepishly, and pulled you close to him, heart skipping as you wrapped your arms around his neck, leaning up to kiss him softly. Ron sighed into the kiss, hands roaming up and down your body, from the expanse of your back to a firm, possessive squeeze to your ass.
‘Missed you,’ he mumbled quietly, pressing your chest against his and rocking his hips against yours, groaning softly. His hands reached to the back of your thighs and lifted you on top of the scratched desk.
You pulled away from the kiss, taking notice to Ron’s swollen, pink lips and his equally flushed face. His eyes had become dark and his gaze had become that of lust, intensely staring at your chest. ‘You sure we won’t be caught here?’ you asked, whispering.
He shook his head, handing reaching up to unbutton your white blouse, pausing to look at you for approval, before whispering back, ‘Don’t care if we do.’
Your cunt throbbed as his large hands began groping your chest through your bra. His mouth had become occupied on your neck, giving the skin bruised, open-mouth kisses, desperately attempting to leave his mark. Those marks were Ron’s pride and joy. If it weren’t for his cum dripping out of your ruined, spent cunt after fucking, it was the hickey’s on your neck that solidified and affirmed that you belonged to him and only him.
Much to his disappointment, which was exceedingly apparent by his whines of protest, you had pulled his head away from your neck. ‘We don’t have time—I’m sure filch is roaming around here and there. We’ve got to hurry, Ron.’ you sighed, in an equal degree of anguish.
Ron rolled his eyes and nodded before kneeling before you and spreading your legs, pulling your throbbing, covered cunt to his face. He pushed your skirt to your hips without a second thought, pressing painful bites and kisses to the soft, supple flesh of your thighs.
Your heart rate increased with Ron’s lack of urgency and the press of his fingers against your covered clit. Tugging his hair softly, he grinned and nodded before pulling your panties to the side. If you leaned closer, you would have been able to see one of Ron’s hand’s leaving your thigh to palm his hard cock over his slacks, groaning and muttering curses at the sight of your dripping, puffy cunt.
Standing up, he began to unbuckle his belt before pulling his pants down enough for him to take out his throbbing length. You whined, reaching forward to grip his cock, which twitched upon your gentle touch. Groaning, Ron rutted his hips against your fist. ‘Fuck, see this? Yeah, you did that. You ‘n your pretty face, and those doe eyes.’ he sighed shakily.
You whined, guiding his cock toward your fluttering, needy hole. ‘Can’t wait any longer. Need you inside me,’ you mumbled.
Nodding, Ron brushed away your hand before lining his cock with your cunt, suddenly pushing inside with little warning. You cried out, biting the back of your hand in an attempt to silence your voice in response to his intrusion.
Ron grunted, throwing his head back before looking down at you with half-lidded eyes. ‘Do you know how long i’ve been waiting for this?’ he whimpered.
‘How long I’ve been jerking myself off thinking about this cunt? Thinking about your sweet fucking sounds?’
You shook your head, mouth open and eyes watering at the feeling of his cock brushing against your sweet spot, deliciously stretching out your already spent hole that had severely missed his nightly routine.
As Ron thrust in and out of your cunt, he buried his face in your neck, deeply breathing in the scent of your shampoo, nearly intoxicated by the smell. ‘so sweet—so fucking sweet.’
In between pressing feverish kisses alongside your neck and jaw, he’d whimper out sweet nothings, thanking you for letting him take you out in the open so suddenly. ‘Such a good girl—fuck—my little fucking princess.’ he’d gasp. ‘Love you so fuckin’ much.’
Feeling a sudden warmth in your chest from not only your high approaching, but also his confession, you whined, wrapping your legs around his waist, pushing him further into you, causing the pair of you to gasp.
‘Love you too, Ron,’ you whispered shakily, feeling your boyfriend’s hips begin to stutter at the approaching feeling of his high, your cunt throbbing and closing in around his fat cock in anticipation of your orgasm.
Ron pulled away from your neck and pressed his forehead against yours, looking down, watching the pair of you connect as he rutted into your pussy. He whined at the sight of your cunt just barely taking in his fat cock, all swollen and abused because of him.
His hand finally reached down to rub the nub of your clit, grinning wolfishly at the sound of your loud, sudden cries. ‘That’s it, honey—fuck—cum just like that,’ he grinned. ‘Doing so good for me, yeah? You look so pretty like this.’
And just like that, you felt your stomach clench and your pulsating hole clamp around his cock, finally cumming all over his leaking member.
It felt fuzzy for a while. Your brain had practically gone numb from your orgasm, leaving you too far gone to register ron’s loud groans and pants, only focusing on the feeling of his seed filling you up, and the wet, lewd sounds of his cock thrusting into your wet, dripping cunt stuffed full of the mixture of both of your juices.
‘So, so good. wanna keep filling you up forever—fuck.’ Ron felt himself go dumb, mindlessly thrusting his overstimulated dick in and out of your pussy, the warmth too addictive to pull out from despite the pain he felt. Nevertheless, the sight of your closed eyes and heavy pants pulled him to realization. He laughed softly at your whines, pleading him to fill you up again, before he pulled his pants back up, fastening his belt.
Due to the classroom setting—which Ron eventually realized its inconvenience during the aftermath of sex—he hesitantly put your panties back on your body, slightly cringing at the sight of them becoming damp to the lack of adequate clothes around to wipe you clean.
‘Ah, sorry, love.’ he whispered as he dressed you once again, fixing your skirt and buttoning your blouse, occasionally pressing loving, doting kisses around your face in an attempt to bring you back to proper consciousness.
Alas, your head simply rested on his chest as you closed your eyes, sleepy as usual after sex. You felt yourself flush as Ron lifted your face so that your eyes could meet. What amused you was how shy he became after completely rearranging your insides. You felt your heart swell at the sight of his flustered expression and red ears.
‘Let’s go back to my dorm, okay? I can take care of you there—or—on second thought—do you think the prefect's bathroom would be better—’ you cut his sheepish rambling off with a soft peck on his lips before pulling him into a gentle hug, to which he enthusiastically responded to, wrapping his arms around your frame, projecting his warmth onto you.
‘Let’s do prefects bathroom. Round two there?’
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eunoiaflow3r · 9 months
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silent treatment - ron weasley x reader
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warning(s): language, teasing, smut mentions
word count: 1.5k
request(ed): Can you please do a fic where ron gets really sad because hermione dared the reader to ignore ron for a whole day ?
summary: okay so pretty much the request except a little more scandalous 👀 characters are like 17+ (no war)
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Girls night meant pajamas and tonssss of snacks that Fred and George curated. This was a bimonthly tradition that you and the girls came up with to relieve stress and keep some spontaneity in your lives.
You, Hermione, Luna, and Ginny all sat on the ground criss-crossed apple sauce gossiping and chewing on taffy. Then, Ginny suggested truth or dare. You were actually a fan of this game, as you were pretty much up to do anything and you were also inherently honest.
You went a few rounds, confessed a few kisses until Hermione had a dare for you that had her giggling into her hands. “I dare you,” she giggles some more, “to ignore Ronald for an entire day - no exceptions.” You weren’t sure how to react, but you weren’t going to back down either.
“Okay.” you smiled. You could do this. Wouldn’t be that hard, all you have to is avoid him tomorrow and it would be alright.
However, you and Ron have been dating for a few months now and you knew he wasn’t the type to take this lightly. His feelings would definitely be hurt and you hate the thought of hurting him.
The next day you saw Ron at breakfast and usually you would sit next to him, but to make it easier on yourself you sat in between Harry and Hermione with Ron on the other side of Harry. He had said good morning but you pretended you didn’t hear him by stuffing your face and talking to Hermione. Harry didn’t notice a thing but Hermione knew what you were doing.
After breakfast Ron came up to you and put his arm across your shoulders. He kissed your cheek and asked how you slept the night before. It killed you not to hug him back or say anything but you just stared at the ground.
“Y/N, are you alright?”
Still, you stared at the ground and clutched your books tighter to your chest. His voice made you swoon and you wanted to talk to him but you saw Hermione from the corner of your eye grinning and shaking her head.
You walked on and in to class without even looking at Ron again. Luckily, you wouldn’t see him again until Herbology which wasn’t until later in the day.
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“She wouldn’t even look at me Harry I don’t know what I’ve done.”
Harry was busy mixing his potion while Ron ranted to him about your behavior this morning. He remembered talking to you at breakfast but he didn’t notice that you were specifically not speaking to Ron.
“She’s probably just tired mate you probably didn’t do anything. Maybe she needs space?”
“Space!?” he almost shouted but looked around the room and lowered his voice. “She had plenty of space this morning when she was chatting Hermione’s ear off.”
For the next 10 minutes Harry listened to Ron go over all the reasons (however ridiculous) that you might not be talking to him. Then it hit him…
“Ron, where was Y/N last night?”
“Uhm, with the girls. Their little sleepovers ya’know that they insist on doing.”
“Right….so….what if her behavior is related to that? Like a dare or something?”
Ron thought about it and it made sense. But what was he supposed to do about it? A dare is a dare…unless he made it impossible for you to fulfill it…
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The day had gone by pretty smoothly - you ate lunch outside and now it was your last class. Except it was Herbology and Ron would be there. You used Luna mostly to avoid him but you could feel his stare across the way. You were outside today and distracted yourself with planting some flowers that the Professor had asked you to.
Sooner or later Ron came over - no gloves in hand or any indication that he came to help.
“Hey babe.” he says.
You kept digging and avoided eye contact.
“I missed you last night,” he begins. He had a teasing tone and you wondered where he was going with this.. “I was in bed, alone, thinking of that time we went to the lake? Do you remember?”
Oh you remembered.
It was night time, a few months ago during the summer and Ron wanted to sneak out and go skinny dipping. You were hesitant at first but Ron was convincing. Once you got in the water it wasn’t actually that bad and pretty warm…Ron had grabbed you by the waist and began kissing you and you forgot why you were so worried in the first place.
You snapped back to reality and tried to hide your warmed cheeks.
“One of our best times, don’t you think? Could barely keep you quiet that night…”
You stood up and turned so that your back was completely facing him. There was no way you could face him and not speak now.
His hand found your hip and rested his chin on your shoulder.
“I was all alone thinking about you…missing you…wanting to feel you…and now you won’t even talk to me. Not a look, or a gesture…wanna tell me what’s wrong?”
You could feel him smile against your skin and kissed your cheek before walking away back towards the school, leaving you alone with your now dirty thoughts. He was making this so hard for you. You wanted to talk to him, wanted to explain..but you couldn’t. You wouldn’t lose the game.
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A few hours later you decided the library would be the best place for you to be. Ron was hardly ever there and you could do some homework while killing the hours until when you could talk to Ron again. You got through a few assignments until you heard whispers a few rows away.
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“I tried talking to her but I must’ve really fudged up this time Harry.”
Ron had convinced Harry to come to the library with him so he could mess with you. He and Harry curated a fake conversation so that you would feel bad about your dare and hopefully cave in. Ron’s only regret was that he couldn’t see your face in this moment.
“Try talking to her again, I’m sure what you did couldn’t have been that bad.”
“What if she never speaks to me again Harry? What will I do?”
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Your heart hurt. You hated hearing Ron sounding so upset. Was this prank really worth it if your boyfriend ends up pained because of it? When you agreed to it it really didn’t seem that bad or dramatic…but now that you’re hours into it you don’t know if you can continue.
Whatever. It’ll be fine, you just have to finish your homework…
10 minutes later you see your boyfriend come over and sit next to you.
“Baby, what’re you doing?”
You continue to do your homework and not look at him. He scoots his chair closer to yours and puts his hand on your thigh and slowly moves it up. Hermione said you couldn’t speak to him…she didn’t say you had to stop him from speaking to you…
He moves your hair away from your neck and kisses you behind your ear and moves down your neck til he gets to your collarbone. You resist the urge to moan and say anything to him. You wanted to talk to your boyfriend and you wanted to tell him he did nothing wrong…and now he was leaving a hickey on your neck.
Out of the corner of your eye you saw Hermione walk into the library and you gently pushed Ron off and covered your neck so she wouldn’t think you guys were talking. She came over and grinned at the way Ron was pouting right now.
“How’s it going you two? Anything new?”
“New as in my girlfriend won’t speak to me?” Ron asks. “Yeah that’s pretty new.”
“Hermione do you have an extra quill?” You ask.
“Of course I do.”
Luna and Harry make their way over as Hermione hands you the quill.
“Oh is the dare over then?” Luna asks.
Your eyes widened. Luna must’ve assumed since the three of you were together that we must have talked it out….
“Luna!” Hermione whisper shouts.
“Oops….”
You look at Ron and you could feel your face heat up. What would his reaction be? Would he be mad? Sad? Disappointed?
He didn’t say anything. All he did was look at Harry and the both of them started laughing. This made you look at Hermione confused.
“What’s so funny?” you ask.
“We knew it was a dare, love. How stupid do you think we are?” Ron laughs hugging you close. “I’ll admit it stung at first but then I put the pieces together.”
“After I helped.” Harry rolled his eyes.
You turn to whisper in Ron’s ear. “So all that teasing today?”
“On purpose.” He grinned. “What you thought I wouldn’t get you back? You know who my brothers are…”
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The End!! Lollll. Hope you enjoyed🤍
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ch-4-eri · 1 year
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could you write something please where ron accidently takes a love potion but he doesn't act any different around you than normal so you don't suspect anything until you find out the next day <3 thanks!
This is so freakishly adorable I’ve been melted into a puddle.
You were sat down on the couch at the common room before you felt your boyfriend’s muscly arm slither around your waist.
“Hi.” Was all he said before you looked at him, his face into the biggest smile you’ve seen on his face that’s as red as his hair the tips of his ears a rosey color that complimented his eyes so well.
You couldn’t help but giggle at the gesture but Ron was always that lovey dovey towards you, especially those moods of his when he’s super clingy and clings to you the whole day.
“Hi.” You said back before he rubbed his chin against your shoulder, his eyes looking into yours puppy like with a smiley pout. “Someone’s clingy tonight.” You chuckled as you flipped through the book you were reading. “You smell really good, do you always smell this good?” Ron said in a cheery tone.
“I hope so.” You threw your arm around him before he started squealing softly. “What are you reading?” Ron asked, that cheery tone not leaving his voice which made you feel all soft and fuzzy.
“A muggle book series I’m obsessed with.” You flipped the cover over for him to see before he nodded, looking at the book for a slight second then his eyes were on yours still nodding with a dreamy expression.
“Do you like me?” He asked, his face leaning closer to yours. “Of course I like you, Ron.” You chuckled and ran your fingers through his hair. “Then would you let me kiss you?”
“Ron, you don’t need to ask.”
Ron’s dreamy expression fell for a second before he nodded and kissed you just like how you always liked, your hand in his hair making you drop the book that was in your hand as The loud thud startled him. “Sorry.” You said before kissing him again.
You brought your free hand on one of his arms giving it a light squeeze. “I’m in love with you.” He whispered against your lips before you smiled, your heart racing in your chest. “I love you too, sweet boy.” You kissed his nose before he fell into your embrace, cuddling the whole night with his head on your chest.
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It was the next day as you were getting ready for potions class and grabbing whatever you needed, your head turned to the love potion filled chocolates you made just yesterday and that were hidden under your bed, you only made them to impress slughorn because he surely picked favorites.
You leaned down and grabbed the box, seeing as it was already opened and over three chocolates have been eaten.
You gasped and put it down, immediately remembering how Ron was acting last night you couldn’t help but laugh. Too thankful it was him and not one of your roommates, that would have been awkward.
You took the box to find Ron and ask him.
You found him seated next to Harry, his robes on and ready for class. “Hi, good morning.” You said before ron gave you a sleepy smile.
“Ron, did you eat from this box yesterday?” You said, pulling it up so he can see it. He awkwardly glanced at Harry then at you. “Yes, why?”
“Oh, phew.” You mumbled placing a hand to your chest. Thinking of how differently this would have turned out if it wasn’t Ron who ate from it. “I found it under your bed and it looked too good.. sorry.” Ron continued. “It’s okay, it was love potion chocolates.”
Ron’s face fell. “Blimey, it’s your love potion..right?”
“Yes. I do like it when you’re clingy.” You winked at him and leaned down to peck his lips, walking back to your dorm room leaving him a blushing mess.
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juneberrie · 8 months
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thinking about ron with a gf who loves lipgloss. him subtly getting her to talk about her favorite brands and shades. him saving up money to buy her new ones. him letting her try them out on his arm in stores.
thinking about ron with a gf who hates storms. him letting her crawl into his lap and hide her face in his neck. him slowly rubbing her back and kissing her temple. him wrapping a blanket around her, whispering reassurances. him putting on her favorite movie and turning the volume way up so that the storm is just a distant white noise. him shutting the curtains so she can't see the flashes of lightning outside.
thinking about ron with a gf who plays an instrument. him sitting nearby her while she practices, watching her in awe. him raving about her to all his friends, so much that harry hits him upside the head and begs him to shut up. him letting her rant about whatever piece she's learning.
thinking about ron with a hopeless romantic gf. him saving up his money to buy her chocolates and plushies and jewlery. him picking flowers from random people's gardens and showing up at her door with them. him rolling his eyes when she wants to watch romcoms but sitting with his arm around her, smiling.
thinking about ron with a girlie gf. him twirling her around like a princess. him watching her do her makeup in the mirror reflection. him treating her like a princess, because that's what she is and that's what she deserves.
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mastermindmiko · 6 months
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You're in love
Pairing: Ron Weasley + fem!reader
Word count: 8502 (DAMN)
Summary: A (LONG) one shot inspired by Taylor Swift's song you're in love from 1989.
Warnings: none, I believe, but let me know.
hey, if you think this doesn't completely suck, check out my masterlist
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The music was blasting loudly all over the room, they would’ve been scared to get caught if professor McGonogall wasn’t too happy herself. The room was dim, and the disco lights (that some muggleborn had conjured up) were the only light source available. Everyone was dancing, except for me, I was looking for someone. 
The Quidditch team was surrounded by everyone, giving them pats on the back and telling them how good they played. We did play well today, after all we did win the cup, but no one patted me on the back because I was too busy, I was looking for someone. 
I scan the room again from on top of one of the couches, I get a better view of the room from up here. The fifth years and above all had red cups in their hands, filled with alcohol, I could smell it. The people that were younger than fifteen had similar red cups except that they were filled with soda instead. I should’ve had one myself, but I was looking for someone. 
“You did really well today.”  Harry interrupts my search as he looks at me with a smile. I smile back and hop off the couch. I say, “We all played really well.” 
“You scored a lot of goals.” He says, and I shrug my shoulders at the attention and say, “It wouldn’t have mattered if you hadn’t caught the snitch.” 
“It was a team effort.” A new voice says from behind me, and I feel a hand on each of my shoulders. Fred and George are standing behind me and they look at me before asking, “Mind if we steal Harry for a bit?” 
I shake my head, and they look at Harry with a mischievous look in their eyes. Harry’s eyes go wide with fear, before Fred lifts him up on his shoulders. The room goes wild again as Fred leads Harry to the centre of the room. A small smile cracks on my face as I watch everyone celebrate again. 
I look around the room again, and I try to find him, but I can’t see anything because why were seventh years so tall? I turn around and hit someone flat in their chest. I look up to find George looking at me. He says, “He’s across the room, on the other side.” 
“Who is?” I ask, and he gives me a pointed look with a smirk, as if he can’t believe that I don’t think he knows. I do know that he knows, I think everyone but him knows. George leans down, so I can hear him better. He says, “The one you’ve been looking for all night, and won’t celebrate without.” 
I feel a blush coating my cheeks, but he’s right, every word. I have been looking for him all night, and I haven’t celebrated at all despite our victory because I’ve been looking for him all night. I mutter, “Thank you.” 
George seemed satisfied because he gave me another teasing grin before he left to go into the middle of the common room to join the celebration and probably help Fred lift Harry up. I make my way to the other side of the room, but it’s hard to see with the dim lighting and the sheer amount of people in this room. 
I push through several people and I try to make my way between them, but with all the dancing and jumping, it makes the easy task much harder. I see a wall, or at least I think I do, and I walk towards it. I reach the end of the common room, and I press my palm to the wall, as if to make sure that it’s real, like I’ve actually made it. 
I see him, then. I recognise him as soon as I see him, despite not being able to see nearly anything, maybe it’s because of the distinctive red hair, or maybe it’s because the way my heart nearly went out of my chest at the sight of him. He has a cup in his hand, that he’s taking a few sips from and another in his other hand, that he hasn’t touched. He’s leaning against the wall. He’s looking around, just like I was a few minutes ago.
A smile blossoms on my face, and I walk to him. A couple footsteps, and he notices me when I’m only a few inches away. He smiles, just like me, and he meets me halfway. I feel nervous. He extends the untouched cup to me and I take a sip, it’s my favourite soda. 
I look at him, and it’s different. I wonder if he knows that it’s the look I give to him and only him. I wonder if he notices that when his smile widens that I realise that I like him. I wonder if he realised that he liked me at the same moment. He says, “Hi.” 
***
No one ever really told me how fast time goes by when you’re at Hogwarts. That one second you’re taking your first ever potions lesson and the next you’re getting ready for your NEWT potions. That one second you’re at a party realising that you have a crush on someone and the next thing you know you realise that you’ve been in love with Ron Weasley for three years. 
This year hasn’t been easy, definitely one of the easier ones to take in, of course, but with NEWTs it's been near impossible to be caught up with work. That’s even harder when the guy you’ve been in love with just kissed another girl a week ago and right now is no doubt getting ready to go on a date with her. 
The common room was quiet. Everyone was already at Hogsmeade and the people below third year were too busy getting a little bit extra sleep. The only thing I could hear was the fire crackling from the fireplace and the sound of pages turning as I studied Transfiguration for the upcoming test, but I couldn’t study because of the aching feeling in my chest. 
We all saw it when Lavender kissed him after we’d won the match, but only a few people saw me run off after that. An even fewer amount were with me when I started crying, and only Harry knew what happened afterwards. I saw him talking with her a few mornings ago, deciding that they’ll go out today to Hogsmeade, no doubt to madam puddifoot’s. I look at the same page I’d been staring at for who knows how long, trying to understand anything that is written. 
“Hello? Is anyone down there?” I hear him say, and a few seconds later, He walks down the stairs, and my breath hitches when I see him. He’s gotten all dressed up for this date, and I can’t deny that he looks absolutely beautiful. 
He says my name and he stays there for a moment. He’s late for the date, I know that he knows that, and I’m sure Lavender who’s probably standing alone in front of the tea shop knows that. I feel uneasy, looking at him, knowing he’s going to another girl in a few minutes. 
He clears his throat and gestures to his unbuttoned coat, he says, weakly, “Would you mind helping me? I can’t close the buttons, they're too small and the holes for the buttons are just invisible to me.” 
He chuckles, but it’s out of nervousness. I can tell, I know his happy laugh, his sad laugh, I thought I knew everything about him, but apparently I don’t because I thought he knew how I felt. I don’t say anything, but I close the book and place it beside me on the couch. 
I stand up and walk towards him, he meets me halfway. I fix his coat by the long collar and I trace my hands to the buttons, I can hear his breath hitch, and the silence between is deafening. I mutter, “You look good.” 
“Thank you.” he replies, and I’ve buttoned half of the buttons when I pause to look into his eyes. He’s already looking at me. I look at him the way I always do, a look filled with everything that I can’t say, a look that’s meant just for him. He’s done something different with his hair, I don’t know what, but it makes him look absolutely irresistible, more than he usually is, at least to me anyways. 
“It’s like we’re a married couple.” He laughs, and I can imagine exactly what he’s saying. Me helping him get ready in the morning while he goes off to work when it’s snowing outside and needs his coat. I let out a chuckle, before I said, “Wouldn’t that be something.” 
After that the room is charged with something I can’t quite put my finger on, and it makes my heart beat faster and faster with every second that I push each button into its hole. 
I take more time buttoning up the last button, and I pause my hands there. On my way to look into his eyes, I notice that the top part of the coat is wrinkled, so I press my hands to his chest and smooth the fabric of the coat out. I leave my palms there a bit longer, feeling the way his chest moves up and down and the way I can feel his heartbeat under my fingertips. 
I lift my hands from his chest and in a second, he grabs both my wrists and holds them close to him. I look at him, and he’s got a look that I can’t decipher. I wonder if he can tell that I’m miserable just thinking about where he’s going, or the fact that he’s going there with someone else. 
He opens his mouth, and it takes him a few seconds before he says, “I’m not going on that date.” 
For the first time in days, I feel my chest stop constricting, I feel like I can breathe again, but it doesn’t make any sense. I lick my lips before asking, “Why?” 
“You know why.” That’s his only answer, and he doesn’t say anything as he slowly drops my hands, and goes back up the stairs. I’m left down there with my thoughts. 
***
“Are you sure Mr Weasley allowed you to do this?” I ask as I hold on tightly to the handles of the door. I look out the window and stare down as I can see the tops of the buildings getting smaller and smaller by every second. 
“I’m an adult now, of legal age, he can’t tell me what to do and what not to do.” Ron said, with confidence as he started out into the road-sky. I look at him with a pointed look, unconvinced by his speech. He clears his throat and says, “He said yes.” 
“You’d think that after second year’s incident that he would be more cautious about letting you use this thing.” I say, grinning, remembering the way Ron broke his wand and almost got expelled. Something good came out of it though, Ron became my wand partner and we spent more time together. He laughed, “He said that if I scratched it, he would kill me. I think we made an unbreakable vow or something.” 
I laughed at his words, and looked out the window. I wondered how long his small talk can last before we start getting to the subject that we’ve been tiptoeing around these past few months. I wasn’t talking about the war, we all knew that was coming sooner or later. I was talking about us. 
“Thank you for picking me up.” I said, looking at him. He shrugged his shoulders as if travelling several hundred kilometres back and forth was no big deal, he explained, “You had to come here someway. Fleur would’ve killed me if she found out that you weren’t coming to her wedding.” 
Even after his words, a small part of me hoped that he wanted me to come. He grips the wheels tighter and every few seconds he would rub his hands over his jeans to wipe away the sweat. I take a breath before I courageously grab his hand into mine. I keep them both in my lap, and he looks at me baffled. I ask, “Do you need it to drive?” 
“No, I don’t.” He says and he looks back quickly in front of him. I smile as I see the tiny pink tinge to his cheeks, matching mine exactly. I look out the window and I see the sun setting, by the time we’re there it will no doubt be midnight. 
It was nearly midnight when we got there. Mrs Weasley was the only one who was still up, waiting for her son to get home and waiting to greet me. She had a smile on her face, tired, but still as wide as always. I didn’t need her to point me to the direction of the room I’ll be staying in, I already knew. 
I enter the room and place my bags on one of the beds, I notice Hermione and Ginny already sound asleep. I change into my pyjamas, brush my teeth and get ready to go to sleep. The place is warm and the perfect atmosphere to fall asleep in, but when I tucked myself into my covers, I couldn’t fall asleep for the life of me. 
I kept sighing as I turned to either of my sides trying to fall asleep. Changing the pillows from one side to the other, tossing and turning until I decided that I’ve had enough. I rub my tired eyes and see that the clock had struck twelve. I sigh and get up. 
I headed down stairs in my fuzzy slippers, I tried not to make any sound, but the creaky stairs weren’t helping me. I made it to the bottom where the kitchen was. I opened the door and was hit by the smell of fresh coffee, just what I needed. Ron was sitting on the table with a cup in his hands. 
He turned to see who had just entered the kitchen. Upon seeing me, he stands up, nearly dropping a bit of coffee from his mug in the process. He breathes, “Hi.” 
I return the greeting, as I move towards the cupboard where the mugs are. I know where everything is, having helped Mrs Weasley enough times to know. I felt his eyes on my back the entire time, and I grabbed my mug, everyone had their own mugs, even me. I turned and gestured to the coffee pot, I asked, “Do you mind?” 
He shakes his head, and he looks at me as I add the milk and sugar. He looks at my every move and it makes me feel lightheaded, in the way that makes me feel like I’m going to float to the moon. I turn to the table and he’s already beat me in pulling out a chair. I sit down and give him a grateful smile. I wrap my fingers around the mug, and lift my feet to the chair, resting my head on my knees. 
He’s looking at me. We’re the only people who do that. We never say anything, but I can hear what he wants to say. It was our thing being able to feel everything in the silence. I wonder if from these looks he can tell just how much I love him, or maybe, how long I’ve loved him for. 
“Why are you up?” he asks, after a beat, and I take another sip before replying, “I couldn’t sleep, you?” 
“Same thing, but I had to get up in a couple of hours to help with setting up for the wedding anyway, so I made the coffee.” he explains, and I nod my head at his words. I don’t say anything else, but the air is heavy. How long can we go on like this? With everything that I feel between us, that I know he feels too, left unsaid. 
He takes both our mugs and places them into the sink. He waves his wands and they start washing themselves. He tightens his grip on his wand and he pauses before saying, “Do you want to go somewhere?” 
***
Muggle London was still alive, or at least more alive than any other wizarding establishment. It wasn’t that far either, so it was the perfect place to go, and that’s where we were. I was walking on the sidewalk and he was walking beside me. My arms were swinging and I kept thinking what would happen if I just reached over and grabbed his hand.  
There weren’t many cars passing by, just one or two every few minutes. Neither of us knew a lot about Muggle London, but we knew what not to do in front of muggles, so we kept our wands hidden and kept the magic chatter away. 
“Your brother is getting married tomorrow.” I sigh, Fleur is getting married too, it only seemed like yesterday when I was just meeting her after she stepped off the flying carriage.Time really does fly by, doesn’t it. Ron sighs, wistfully, “Yeah.” 
“I think it’s great that they’re doing this.” I say, and I kick a pebble in front of me, then I add, “Especially at a time like this, I think that we all need a bit of cheering up, don’t you think.” 
“Yeah.” He replies, and it makes me feel confused. He wasn’t very talkative tonight. He looked very deep in thought, it made me nervous. I stop walking and turn to him, I ask, “Ron, are you okay?” 
“Yeah.” He replies and I quirk up an eyebrow and he chuckles, “Yes, I am.” 
I shrug my shoulders and continue walking, it’s best with Ron not to press on things. He’ll tell me when he’s ready. What could possibly be on his mind? We all know that the war has been making everyone unnerved, but this felt different. Ron and I tried not to talk about these things, I didn’t want to express my fears of something happening to him, especially since he was so close to Harry. I shake my head at the thoughts, and try to lighten the mood.
“Does Bill know about how you liked Fleur?” The teasing question brings Ron to a screeching halt. His cheeks turn as red as his hair, and I start laughing. He stutters, and it only increases my laughter. I hold my stomach and lean forward, laughing. 
“He-he doesn’t know, so let’s not remind anyone of it. The last thing I need is Fred and George remembering and telling him.” Ron stutters before he folds his arms over his chest and pouts.  I pause for a second to pretend that I’m thinking, I tap my chin and furrow my eyebrows. I say, “That’s actually not a bad idea.” 
Ron’s eyes go wide and he lifts his pointer finger and threatens, “You wouldn’t dare.” 
“I’m on my way to tell them right now.” I say, before turning around the other way and starting to run. Ron runs after me and he’s calling out for me and telling me to stop, I can barely hear anything over the sounds of my own laughter. 
Suddenly, my chuckles stop as I feel something, something like air, pulling me back very quickly. I stop when I feel Ron’s chest behind my back. He tucks his wand away and I turn to scold him, “Ron! You can’t use magic here!” 
“There’s no one around.” Ron says, and I turn around to look and there’s only a few people around. No one is actually paying attention to us. I look back at him and he’s got his hand hovering near my face. It’s all so sudden to me the way the atmosphere changes, the way he’s looking at me with those eyes, identical to the ones that I give him. 
I don’t move, and he takes it as a sign to move his hand forward. He tucks a strand of my hair behind my face, and he cups my cheek. My breath hitches. He whispers, “It wouldn’t have been good ammunition against me anyway.” 
“Why not?” I whisper, eyebrows furrowing in confusion, but I can’t bring myself to care about that now anyway. I might have been mistaken, but I see Ron’s eyes flicker to my lips, it’s just for a second, but it ignites everything within me, including a pinkish colour to my cheeks. I lick my lips anyway, and this time I’m not mistaken because he definitely looked at my lips this time. 
“Because everyone knows there’s only one girl I’ve ever liked.” Ron says, and it makes butterflies swarm in my stomach, my heart beat out of my chest, all those romantic feelings. I don’t need to ask who because I know, and because I know. I lift my heels from the group and kiss him. 
***
“It’s a really pretty view, isn’t it?” I hear him say from behind me, I’d recognise that voice anywhere. I turn to look at him with a smile, I don’t know how I didn’t notice him coming before. I fixed my gaze back at the tent where the wedding was happening. Fleur and Bill are husband and wife so now everyone is celebrating. I reply, “The prettiest” 
“It better be I worked really hard to make it that way.” Ron huffs and it makes me chuckle. He sits down on the grass beside me, looking at the tent as well. I sigh, with all that’s happening in the world I don’t think that there’s anywhere I’d rather be. I can hear the faint sound of the music from up here on the hill, and it feels peaceful. 
I can hear the birds chirping and the sounds of laughter. It was really, very pretty. I feel a hand touch mine, and I look at Ron who looks like he’s just been caught stealing, maybe stealing my heart, but he’s already taken that a long time ago. I smile and shuffle closer to him to hold his large hand with both of mine. I rest my head on his shoulder, and I hear him let out a breath before he rests his head on mine. 
If I was given the opportunity to stay like this forever, then I would have, of course, I’d see if there was a way to kill Voldemort first, then I’d stay like this. We haven’t talked about the kiss, but Ron’s been much more affectionate since then. A part of me was afraid that he’d chicken out and say that it was simply the cause of sleep deprivation. The other part of me was terrified that he would give me all his love then end up dying in this war. 
The idea brought a shudder down my spine. Losing Ron is the last thing I can take, especially when I’m so close to finally having him. I’ve been afraid to try and kiss him after the first time because what if I get too attached and something happens to him? What will I do with myself then? 
“I have something to tell you.” Ron breaks my train of thought, and the feeling of him lifting his head off of mine, prompts me to do the same. I look at him and he has a grim look on his face that only makes me worry even more. I ask, “What is it?” 
He doesn’t answer, and my mind reels with the possibilities, each one worse than the one before it.I squeeze his hand and suck in a deep breath. I say, “Ron?” 
“I’m planning on leaving.” he replies, and I furrow my eyebrows confused. Where would he be going at a time like this? Why would he leave in the middle of the war? I say, trying to make my voice even but it comes out shaky anyway, “Leaving where?” 
“We’re going to find the Horcruxes and destroy them, Harry, Hermione and me.” he explains. Ah yes, the Horcruxes the pieces of Voldemort's soul and the key to killing him. Ron told me all about them after Harry told him. I hoped that Dumbledore would be taking the lead on this ordeal but as soon as Ron explained, Dumbledore was dead. 
Why does it have to be Ron that goes to do this extremely dangerous mission? Does it have to be my friends too? I feel my eyes beginning to water, so I look away. I can feel Ron’s gaze burning into the side of my face. I blink the tears away because I know that Ron’s going anyway. It’s the Gryffindor side of him. I ask, “Is there any other way?” 
“No.” he replies, shortly and straight to the point. I sigh, even though I knew it. The leaves rustle and the wind strengthens around us. It makes me shiver, Ron takes off his jacket and hands it to me. He wraps it around my shoulders and tugs it around me, making sure that I’m covered. He looks at me then he says, “You can’t contact me when I’m away.” 
“Yeah, I gathered that.” I say and chuckle to hide the fact that it is the complete opposite of what I am feeling. What I’m currently feeling is a whole bunch of emotions that don’t even remotely come close to happiness. I chuckle, though I’m sure he knows that I’m not kidding at all, “Well then, promise you’ll come back in one piece.” 
“I promise.” he says, and he smiles, but we both know that it’s not up to him. He presses a kiss to my forehead, and i close my eyes, trying to take in the feeling, in case I don't get it for a long time, in case i don’t ever get it again, it’s a morbid thought, but it’s possible. I sigh, “When are you leaving?” 
“I don’t know, Harry and Hermione are deciding.” Ron says, and I nod my head. I wonder if there’s any way Harry can forget about Voldemort and all the death eaters drop dead with something like food poisoning. I promised myself that in the last moments that he’s here before he leaves I’ll let go of all of my fears and all of my ghosts to spend these moments with him.
“I have something to show you.” he says, and his frown is replaced by a slight grin, he’s brought me a gift to soften the blow, he knows me too well. The thoughts are still in the back of my mind, but I push them away and focus on him, while I excitedly say,  “What is it?” 
He waved his wand and a square shaped box appeared. It drops from the air to his hands and he gives it to me. I waste no time in taking off the wrapping which disappeared as soon as I did, and lifting the lid off the box. My breath gets caught in my throat as soon as I see it. I push my hair away from my face. The wind makes it impossible for me to see it clearly. I look at the tiny figurine that matches me, or me three years ago, it’s hard to believe that it was that long ago. 
It was a snow globe and inside it were tiny figurines of Ron and I dancing. The snow falls over us just like it did the moment when this was taken. The tiny me and the tiny Ron only move in a circle but it’s perfect. I look up at him and realise, he’s perfect, maybe not in every way, but at least he’s perfect for me. 
My lack of answering must have made him panic because he’s started rambling, “I made it a few days ago because I didn't know I just wanted to give you something to remember me by- or something equally as cheesy. It’s fine if you don’t like it-” 
“I love it, Ron.” I cut him off, holding his hand with mine that isn’t occupied. I smile, and he does it back. He rubs the back of his neck, no doubt embarrassed by the amount of attention I’m giving him. He mutters, “Oh, I’m glad you like it.”
“It’s us by the way at the-” 
“At the Yule ball.” I beat him to it, did he seriously think I wouldn’t remember? I was Harry’s date because Ron was too chicken to ask me out, and I would’ve asked him out, if I didn’t want to teach him a lesson, and maybe a small part of me was scared of rejection as well. Harry didn’t dance the whole night and neither did Ron. I spent the whole night dancing with my friends and their dates, until when almost everyone was off of the dance floor, Ron asked me to dance. He says, “Yeah.” 
“How’d you make it?” I asked, looking at the snow globe, closely. I was very intrigued by the mechanism of it, It looked nearly identical to the actual event. I was wearing the same dress down to the pearls around my neck and everything. Ron explains, “I give them a memory of mine in a vial and you know- they make that-” 
He gestures to the globe in my hands, and I nod my head at his words. I shake it again to make the snow fall over tiny me’s head. I smile looking at it, remembering the wonderful night. I hear the sounds of the people instead the tent turns more quiet and I look at the tent, curiously. Ron says, "Look up.” 
I do just that and as if on queue the fireworks start around the tent. There were several murmurs of exclamation at the sight from the tent, and I couldn’t help but agree. It was beautiful. Seeing the colour shoot one after the other, purple and blue and yellow and red, each one exploding then fading into the sky. It was a wonderful sight. 
Our shoulders brush and I look at Ron to find him looking at me. He looks at me with that look again. The look that I gave him back in third year in a dark room, that made him see my love for him even with the lights out. The look that I give him when I have a hundred words to say, but I can’t say them, and he just knows what I mean. The look that I gave him when we were driving to the Burrow that made him feel what I meant. 
The light reflects on something and it pierces into my eyes, I notice that it’s a chain around his neck. The chain that I gave him as a present only a few months ago. He was in the hospital wing after he almost got poisoned, I couldn’t sit still that day, I even had to leave the castle. That’s when I stumbled across it, it wasn’t much, but I knew that Ron would like it. I say, “You kept it?” 
“Of course.” 
I find myself leaning closer and closer to him. My breath is hitching as I’m filled with the anticipation of our second kiss. Not saying anything was our thing, I hoped that with this kiss, he would feel what I wanted to say. I love you, I love you, I love you, I hoped he would feel it and maybe even return it before he left. 
But he doesn’t. We’re torn apart by the sounds of screams coming from the tent. Ron jumps up to his feet and one hand holds his wand while the other holds mine. He starts running in the opposite direction and he pushes me into a shed. I can’t question him about how absurd he’s being pushing me into a shed, but I don’t have time. He’s already got one hand on the door, and he says, “Stay here you’ll be safe.” 
I want to complain, I want to go fight with him, but I didn’t because he was already closing the door to the shed, but before he does, from a small crack between the door and the shed’s walls, he says, “I’ll be right back.” 
***
Except he didn’t come back, he didn’t come back for a while actually. When I heard the screams and the noise coming from the tent stop, I came out. Everyone was ( to a certain extent ) okay, but Ron was nowhere in sight. His family were all frightened of course, and I hated to be the one to inform them about the news. 
My parents fled the country opting to go to America instead because it was safer, I refused. My whole life was here, I needed to stay in England to protect it. I didn’t go back to Hogwarts that year, not with the staff being changed, not with Snape as headmaster. The death eaters had warned that all students should return to Hogwarts, but I lived with Bill and Fleur under the assumption that Bill was teaching me how to become a curse breaker. 
I didn’t want to burden them with my existence by staying with them, considering that the only money I had was in the vaults, but I couldn’t go and get them, not while death eaters were around. Bill told me that we were valuable to the death eaters, considering that we had a close connection to Ron and hence Harry. He told me that we should stay hidden for a while. 
It wasn’t easy, but I spent my time with Fleur. She taught me bits of French when we were bored, and we kept to the garden most of the time. Sometimes, members of the Weasley family would come to visit at the Shell Cottage, but they never stayed for long. I barely spent any time inside at all, I wanted to leave Bill and Fleur alone together, after all they were newlyweds, I didn’t want to impose, despite their arguments, saying that I was not imposing. 
I spent most of my time thinking about Ron, how he was. I kept listening to the radio, the station that Fred, George and Lee had made, under code names. I prayed every time that I wouldn’t hear the names of anyone I loved. Harry, Ron and Hermione left so suddenly, I wondered if they had anything prepared with them at all. I know Hermione did, but did the rest of them. Clothes, food, water, did they have what they needed? 
I know that Ron is doing this to save the world and everything, but couldn’t he just take a break from saving the world, and just spend a little time with me. It was selfish, I knew that, but it didn’t stop me from wishing for just that. 
I wake up one day, close to noon, like I always did nowadays. It was November and the air was chilly, so I kept a blanket around my shoulders. I had a room for myself, it was the guest room, but I turned it mine after living here for so long. 
I brush my teeth and my hair. I wobble down the stairs, and I see Bill and Fleur’s backs. I furrowed my eyebrows, it was an odd sight. Usually, in the mornings, Bill would be outside placing protective charms while Fleur stayed inside and prepared breakfast, or read one of her favourite books. I ask, “What’s going on guys?” 
They step aside and I see what I didn’t expect, Ron. He looked dishevelled and tired, and something else that I couldn’t place. I didn’t want to analyse his expressions at the moment, I just wanted to hug him. I whispered his name like I couldn’t believe he was here and I rushed down the last few steps and wrapped my arms around his neck. 
“I can’t believe you’re here, I missed you so much.” I say, and I tighten my grip around him. It takes me a few seconds to realise that he wasn’t hugging me back. I pull away from him and I ask, “What’s wrong?” 
I lift my hand to cup his cheek, to hopefully get him to look at me. I don’t understand what’s got him acting this way, especially after I didn’t see him for months. As soon as my hand touches his cheek, he turns his head away, like I burned him. He takes a step away and he asks, “Did you sleep with Harry?” 
My blood runs cold, and I feel Bill and Fleur looking at me expectantly. This was the last thing I expected him to ask me, ever, and definitely not the first thing I wanted him to say when I finally saw him. I stutter, “I-what?” 
“You heard me. Did you sleep with Harry?” he shouts, and I scrunch my face up and close my eyes. I can’t believe that we’re doing this now. I was going to tell him, I was, but not when everything was going wrong around us, I didn’t want us to go wrong too. I try, “Ron, calm down.” 
“That’s not an answer!” Ron shouts, and I press my lips tightly together and I avoid his gaze, looking down at the floor. I hear him scoff and I can hear Fleur’s tiny gasp. Bill grapes his wife’s hand and they leave the room, and they go upstairs. I can’t imagine what they must think of me now. I sigh, “I really wanted to tell you, Ron.” 
He huffs and starts to walk outside into the garden. I follow him without question and I try to reason with him, “I couldn’t tell you with everything that was going on. Too much was already happening, I didn’t want to add to that.” 
“Why the bloody hell would you sleep with him anyway?” Ron shouts back at me and I rush over to grab his shoulder and stop him. He doesn’t look at me, but I don’t let him move away from me. I say, “Could you stop running away for a moment and just let me explain?” 
He doesn’t reply, and I can see him clench his jaw, but he sits down on the grass anyway. I sit in front of him, cross legged and I hold his hand. He still wasn’t looking at me, but after a beat, a take a deep breath in then begin to explain, “When you kissed Lavender, it was kind of like the whole world just threw me off for a second, because you were this guy that I liked for years, and I just assumed that you liked me back even though there wasn’t much proof, but it was enough for me to just keep on liking you back.” 
I took another breath and then continued, “I realised that we weren’t really anything, and you obviously knew that because you had your tongue shoved down someone’s throat. I was really hurt, I felt miserable and that continued on for days after, but at the moment I wasn’t really thinking. I had to get out of there because everyone was cheering and I couldn't breathe.” 
His hand relaxes in mine a bit and I feel the weight on my shoulders loosen a bit as I keep going, “Hermione and Harry were the only ones who noticed I left, so they followed. They comforted me, and when Hermione left, Harry told me that everything was going to get better. He knew that because that’s the way he felt when Ginny was with Dean. I needed someone and he needed someone, and we were both there.” 
I didn’t bother continuing because he knew what happened next. He pulls his hand from mine, and he shuffles away from me. I feel a knife going into my chest, but I know that it must be nothing compared to the knife in his back. I don’t say anything else, and I wait for him to say something. He asks, “Did you sleep with anyone else?” 
I knew the answer was going to dig my hole even deeper, but I couldn’t lie to him. I knew it was just going to make it worse, so I brace myself for the impact and I sigh, “No.” 
“Oh that’s just great. I thought that if you were some kind of whore then it would’ve been better, but no, you had to pick Harry.” He mutters, angrily, and I feel my eyes begin to water, but I look to the side to blink them away. He adds, “Even after knowing the way he makes me feel-” 
He cuts himself off with a sigh, as he covers his face with both his hands. I knew what he meant. Ron has always felt inferior to everyone in his family and especially Harry. A part of Ron always hated Harry because he was the chosen one, and the boy who lived, and he was just his best friend. I always tried to make him feel like he was the best person on the planet, but my words only did so much. 
“I really am sorry, Ron.” I say, and I feel my eyes start to burn again. I purse my lips and hope to stop the tears from flowing but they do anyway. I chuckle bitterly, “This is not how I imagined this would go at all.” 
I can see his expression falter, no doubt taken aback by hearing the change in my voice. He knew I was crying, but he still didn’t look at me. I say, “I know that you’re hurt, and I’m sorry, but I know that- that you know that you’re the only person I’ve ever liked.” 
“I love you, Ron.” I say it for the first time, my feelings are out, and he hears them. I don’t have to share them with him with glances and small touches. He now knows for sure how I feel. I sniffle, “If by some chance, at some point, you don’t hate me, then come talk to me, okay?” 
He doesn’t reply, so I wipe away the few stray tears, and I stand up and go to my room. I wondered if Bill and Fleur would let me stay with them after knowing this piece of information. Once I close the door to my room, I can’t stop the tears from flowing freely. Just as soon as I had him, I lost him, and it wasn’t because of the stupid war. 
I sit on my bed and I cover my face with both my hands. I didn’t want it to be like this, I wanted him to come back and he’d tell me that he missed me, and he’d kiss me. He did keep his word though, he came back in one piece. All I wanted was him. 
The door to my room opens and I’m quick to wipe my face as I look up and find Ron entering the room. He closes the door behind him and he leans against it. I watch him closely. Ron huffs, “It’s unfair- it’s unfair that as soon as you cry, you can get me to do anything you want.” 
I don’t say anything, and for the first time since what feels like forever he’s looking at me with something other than hate. This isn’t the first time Ron and I fought, but this was the biggest fight. Like every fight, after it, we talk. He takes a few steps and sits on my bed with me, except that he stays as far away from me as possible. 
“I’m sorry I called you…that.” He says, and I know what he’s talking about. I’ve been insulted before, like every person on the planet, but it always hurts the most from the person you least expect it from. I sniffle, “It’s fine, I deserved it.” 
“No, you didn’t. I overreacted-” 
“Which is totally understandable.” I cut him off, and I feel him warming up to me. The silence between us is heavy, but in a way, it’s more comfortable. He runs a hand through his overgrown hair and he says, “This isn’t how I wanted this to go either.” 
“How- how did you want this to go?” I ask, carefully. He doesn’t reply, but he answers as he leans forward to embrace me. He wraps his arms around my body in a big, warm hug. It’s the best feeling in the world. I squeeze my eyes shut and grip him tighter. 
A few knocks on the door are heard when the door opens and we hear the hinges squeak. Fleur and Bill poke their heads in and they smile at the sight of us both in a tight embrace. Bill says, “We’re going to Mom’s, do you want to come?” 
“I think I’ll just stay here, but say hi for me.” Ron replies to his older brother and Bill nods, then he leaves the room. As soon as the door is shut, Ron holds my face with both his large hands, and he says, “Merlin, I missed you so much.” 
“You have no idea.” I reply, and he presses a kiss to my forehead, and I rest my head back in the crook of his neck. He mutters, much to my dismay, “I’m going to have to go back.” 
I know where back is. Back where Harry and Hermione are, back where he was fighting dark wizards and back where he was hunting Horcruxes. Ron’s always been the perfect mix of a Hufflepuff and a Gryffindor, of course he was going back to his friends. I sigh, “I know, but can you stay, just for a little while, at least.” 
It takes him a second, and I know that he’s thinking about it. He squeezes me tighter and that’s how I know he’s got his answer ready. He whispers, “Okay.” 
That’s when we decide that for the short time that he’s going to be staying here that we’re going to make the most out of it, and we do. In the middle of the night, after the previously occurring events, he looks at me, and I grin at him. I thought he fell asleep. He looks at me with a strange look on his face. He pauses, then says, “You’re my best friend.” 
I know that was his way of telling me that he loved me too. 
***
I wake up to the smell of something burning and Ron not beside me. I groan as the bright sunlight hits my eyes first thing in the morning. I can hear the birds chirping and I wonder if Bill and Fleur were back, I assumed that they weren’t because neither of them would ever burn anything. 
I sit up and I stretch, feeling the cold autumn chill hit my naked body, making me want to curl up under the sheets for a little while more. I see Ron’s shirt on the ground, and I grab it as well as a fresh pair of underwear.I brush my teeth, and head downstairs, and I see a very pretty sight. 
A shirtless Ron in only his boxers, cooking breakfast, or at least trying to. I chuckle at the sight of the three burnt toasts on a plate on the kitchen counter. It alerts him of my presence, and he turns around quickly. He sees me looking at the toast and he sheepishly rubs the back of his neck. He says, “I was trying, okay?” 
“I didn’t say anything!” I laugh, and I walk around the kitchen island to get to him. I wrap my hands around his torso and I hug him tightly, and he does the same as much as he can with a spatula in one hand. I lean back and I get a perfect view of his bare chest and I just want to say ‘thank you, quidditch’. 
“I’m just going to wait here, until you’re done making-” I lean forward to see what he was making in the pan on the stove, and I see something yellow, so I detect that it’s eggs, but it didn’t look quite right so I continue, “scrambled eggs.” 
“It’s supposed to be an omelette, but okay.” Ron says, with an annoyed tone, but it makes me chuckle anyway. I sit down on the kitchen island, and when Ron’s finished, he sets the plates beside me. I take it as an opportunity to wrap my hands around his neck and pull him in for a kiss. 
He sets his hands on my waist, and he pecks my lips a couple times before trailing down to give a few kisses to my jaw and neck. He begins to suck on a certain spot, and I pull away. I give him a threatening look and I warn him, “You gave me enough of those already last night, no more.” 
He laughs and presses a quick kiss to my lips that makes me smile just as wide as he is. His eyes trail down and he notices the shirt I’m wearing, his shirt. He grabs the material between his two fingers. He gives me a look, “This is mine.” 
A firm statement, it’s his shirt, I know it, he knows it. I feign an innocent look, and look down at the shirt, like I’m just noticing that I’m wearing it in the first place. I furrow my eyebrows in fake confusion and tilt my head to the side. I say, “is it?” 
“Yes, it is.” Ron replies, with a grin on his face. I shrug my shoulders and hum, “hmm, didn’t notice. I’ll give it back to you when it’s time for you to leave.” 
“Nah, keep it.” 
Ron ended up staying a lot longer than just a little while. Hermione and Harry were very mad at him because of that, but it didn’t matter because in only a few months after a very big battle, all was right in the world again. We had lost so many people, but in the end, we won. 
We returned for our last year at Hogwarts as 8th years. I studied to become a curse breaker, I guess it wasn’t a lie after all, and Ron became an Auror. Every once in a while Ron would help out Fred and George with stock and inventory and all things shop related. They even gave him his own office. I was pleasantly surprised to find a picture of me on his desk. 
All I can say is that the wait was worth it because I was very much in love with Ron Weasley and he loved me too, so despite everything despite all the longing glances, the fights and the bloody war, we made it, and nothing is better than when you’re in love.
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urwhorecrux · 1 month
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How would the hp boys handle an argument with their partner?
⋆ ˚⁀➷ ₊˚⊹⋆ 𝗛𝗣 𝗣𝗥𝗘𝗙𝗘𝗥𝗘𝗡𝗖𝗘𝗦 - 𝗛𝗢𝗪 𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗬 𝗛𝗔𝗡𝗗𝗟𝗘 𝗔𝗡 𝗔𝗥𝗚𝗨𝗠𝗘𝗡𝗧 𝗪𝗜𝗧𝗛 𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗜𝗥 𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗧𝗡𝗘𝗥.
ft. harry potter, ron weasley, cedric diggory, & draco malfoy.
pairings. harry potter boys x gn!reader.
warnings. fluff, arguing, slight angst.
a/n. if you have any specific harry potter boy you wanna see in my prefrences, request it and i'll add it. <3
word count (all). 1.2k
masterlist. my preferences. send me a request <3.
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— 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐏𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑
He usually keeps his temper calm with you no matter what, but today was different for him. With everyone being on him about Voldemort returning and the daily prophet, he needed your support more than anything.
He couldn't put down that stupid daily prophet, at breakfast he read every single lie that sat on the page. You continiously warned him about it, even suggesting he takes a break from reading it and enjoy a breakfast with you, ron, and hermione, but he resisted. He carried it and read it everywhere he went, hardly ever putting it down.
You attempted to pry it gently from his hands before bed, insisting he take a break and try again tomorrow. Instead, he continued with it, getting slightly defensive towards you.
You continued attempting to take it from him, before he snapped, slightly raising his voice.
Your eyes slowly became glossy, filling with tears. You've never seen him so- bad-tempered. Even with others, he would still be upset yet would cool off before thinking about anything to say.
You quickly gathered your things, rushing out of his dorm before he could say anything to even attempt to apologize for yelling. As you reached your dorm your eyes were red with tears still dripping from the duct of your eyes. You eventually fell asleep, without harry and without a comforting thought of him.
The next morning at breakfast he approached you, with open arms which you avoided.
"Y/n, love please just let me tal-" he was interrupted by you hurridely running off, leaving for hours on before he saw you after school, in the courtyard.
He approached you again in the courtyard, this time with flowers and a letter.
"Y/n, please just-just stay and listen this time", he sat everything next to you, along with himself.
"I really am sorry for the way I acted, I swear I'll never raise my voice at you again, it's not what you deserve."
You inched over towards him, placing a hand on his shoulder and the other cupping his face.
"Haz, it's alright just- put down that stupid prophet when I say so" you giggled.
"I won't even go near it anymore" He smirked, placing soft kisses across your face.
— 𝑹𝑶𝑵 𝑾𝑬𝑨𝑺𝑳𝑬𝒀
Ron, being stubborn, had argued with you about how he'd constantly been copying your work.
After long quidditch practices he couldn't make the dedication to completely finish all his schoolwork, so he decided to ask you for help one night. Then, that one night turned to a couple days of work, then a full week of work. To the point where he had barely been trying in his classes, relying on you for the work.
Teachers couldn't help but notice, and eventually called you both out on it, getting you both in trouble. That led to Ron continuing to copy your work, no matter what the teachers say.
You tried telling him off for it, insisting that he wouldn't learn that way. But, instead of hearing you out he'd just left, left from your dorm and continued to ignore you for two days.
Two days later, you found him in class, the one he hadn't been going to due to loads of work and worrying about everything except class, and even though he didn't show it, he was still worried about you even though he was the one who stormed out.
After class he found you in your dorm, your roomates cleared out.
"Y/n.. can I come in?" he knocked softly on the door, an innocent look on his eyes.
You nodded, expecting for him to ask for your help again, ignoring the situation where he walked out on you two days ago. Instead he didn't, he spoke softly, "I know i've been slacking off in school, I didn't expect it to be like this though",
"Okay, continue", you stated.
"I wanna make it up to you y/n, I really do. I'll actually try harder and catch up this time, I mean it."
You slightly smiled, not ecxpecting him to actually remember or care to make it up to you, but he did.
— 𝑪𝑬𝑫𝑹𝑰𝑪 𝑫𝑰𝑮𝑮𝑶𝑹𝒀
Every so often you remembered that Cho was Cedric's ex, and that you weren't the first person to date him. It didn't really get to you, until eventually you saw her desperately trying to get his attention more and more.
When you'd been at Cedric's quidditch matches you seemed to notice you weren't the only one running down to go see him and cheer him on, she was too. After games she always lingered around.
"Cedric, that was great!" she smiled at him, practically drooling over him anytime he did anything.
"Yea, um- thanks." he quickly shrugged, his attention turning back to you.
You let it rest that time, not thinking much of it and not caring that he even talked to her, until the next time she offered to take him out, right after another match.
You knew you could trust Cedric but she was no where near trustworthy.
Later on you found the both of them, her unusually close to his face. You waited a few moments behind a wall, hearing small echos of their voices.
"Ced, please lets just- you know, get back toge-" you interrupted coming from behind the corner, gasping softly.
Cedric looks towards you, attempting to speak up and rush after you, but he knew you were already set off after you saw the two of them together.
The next morning you awoke to an unexpected surprise in your dorm, Cedric smiling down at you.
"Ced, what was that yesterday?" you frowned.
"Love I promise, I want nothing to do with her she just came up to me, I'm all yours just don't be upset" He interlocked his hand with yours, innocent eyes glaring at you.
"It'll never happen again?" you questioned, softly pouting at him.
"Never love, I promise."
— 𝑫𝑹𝑨𝑪𝑶 𝑴𝑨𝑳𝑭𝑶𝒀
With the stress surrounding Draco during his 6th year back, it eventually started to affect you too. You both were most likely always busy, you with the slug club and him with his missions which Voldemort and his father set him on.
He had one coming up that was more than dangerous, a task he'd never done before and couldn't be sure that he would fullfil.
"Dray, you can't do it just tell you father he'd understa-"
You were interrupted by Draco's tone of voice, him lashing out towards you with no regrets it seemed.
You were nearly surprised he'd raise his voice at you, as it nearly never happens but this time it did. Your sight filled with water, you attempted to speak back, but it felt like you just choked. You sit still on his bed, unsure of anything to say.
"I have to go y/n, you don't understand" he scoffed, continuing to pack.
"Dray, please- just please don't do go I really mean it"
He looked to you with glossy eyes, becoming slightly hesitant, he sat next to you, nuzzling his neck into your shoulders.
"Y/n, love, I'm sorry for the way I've been acting it's just-"
"No, I know. Just please don't take this mission, any other one not this one though".
He cupped you cheek gently, nodding his head slightly, holding the mission off.
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whorediaries-09 · 2 months
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help give me just ron smut with pure filth😭🥴
maybe a hi would've been nice, but fanfics writers are not humans anyways. here you go.
into you;
pairing- ron weasley x reader warning(s)- 18+ content, porn without plot, as the request goes. a/n- ah yeah.
the slut club
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a little less conversation and a little more touch my body 'cause I'm so into you, into you, into you
his touch was fire on your skin, burning you up, turning you into ashes. your chest heaved with the exhaustion that crept on your over stimulated body, as he curled his fingers into you, and the familiar bubble of orgasm crept upon you. you had almost lost count of how many times he had made you cum that night, and from the devilish smirk on his face, you knew the night wasn't nearly over.
not that you were complaining.
your throat may have been raw, your face may have been soaked in tears of torturous pleasure, but the sweet delirious lust still hung, not dying until he put his cock into you, and wrecked your guts out. he was enjoying the slow torture upon you, driving you into an edge of insanity where all you could think about was him, and solely him.
'you're my dirty little slut aren't you?' he questions, positioning his cock on the slit of your slick cunt. you nod, your senses on cloud nine when he teases your puffy clit with his tip. his curls tickled your nose as he mockingly nodded,
'yeah? answer me won't you?'
'please ron, i need you inside me, i'm just yours,'
his fingers dug into the skin of your waist as he pushed himself inside you. he stretched you out so deliciously, a burning stretch that made you gasp loudly. your eyes widened at his girth filling you up so nicely, as if you were made for him.
'oh-shit ron,' you squealed as he manhandled you, with him under you and you over him. he wrapped his hands around your waist, pulling your body down, snuggling his face between the warmth of your breasts. his teeth sunk into your skin, his cock rhythmically thrusting into you, hitting spots that had you seeing stars.
his pubic hair teased your clit, pushing you over the edge, your eyes rolling backwards as he pushed into you, wrecking you into a blubbering mess. it was as if you were pushed into a paradise you'd never want to escape, you'd never want to leave. it felt like a sinful ride through your pleasures when you heard his moans against your soft skin, as he breathed you in.
when your orgasm snapped, you were liberated on exhaustion, as he held onto you, fucking into you, as if tying into melt into you, as if trying to get through your skin. he was a raging maniacal mess chasing his high when your walls convulsed around his girth, ripping out his orgasm through his body into yours. he whimpered, emptying out his cum into you, holding your shaky thighs as he came down from the high pleasure he lost himself into.
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slytherweasley · 7 months
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Play fight (Ron Weasley x reader)
Warnings: male receiving head, swearing
Summary: y/n and Ron often play fight, most times Ron disappears to the bathroom for a while and they act oblivious to their feelings but this time y/n makes a move on her best friend.
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You lay on Ron’s bed cuddled up in his arms as you take a nap together. Ron had come back from Quidditch practise so you had the afternoon together. The two of you were completely exhausted from the long week you had.
Ron had woken up first but he let you sleep. You stirred in your sleep as you slowly woke up. “Good nap?” He asks quickly making space between the two of you “very good” you stretch out towards him.
You and Ron aren’t dating but you’ve known each other since you were children. You were completely comfortable around him that included cuddles and pecks on the cheek, you craved more but neither of you wanted to potentially ruin your friendship.
You try to cuddle back up with him and he reluctantly gives in “what’s wrong? Sick of my cuddles already?” You pucker your lips moving them towards his face to tease him as he avoids your kisses. “You’re so clingy” he jokes.
Your teasing turns into play fighting, his hands wrap around your arms as you try to fight each other off. He moves his body to straddle you his knees digging into the mattress. You reach up to grab his biceps trying to move him but he’s stronger than you. Your next move is to wrap your legs around his waist, you use your strength and eventually he collapsed on top of you, you keep your legs wrapped around his waist and flip yourself around so you’re sitting on top of him.
You move the hair out of your face and see Ron’s red face and you realise what you’re doing to him, usually it’s easy to ignore as he rushes off to the bathroom for a few minutes but this time you can feel his dick pressed against your ass. “Everything okay?” you ask “yeah fine I just need to go to the bathroom” “I’ll come with you” “No” he says “it’s fine I need to pee” “you should stay here.”
“Ron, stay. I’ll take care of you” “I don’t know if it’s a good idea” “I want you, I know you want me too so let’s just try” you lean down to press a brief kiss on his lips. As you pull away from the kiss his lips pull you back in, you both pull away breathless.
“Here. Sit down on the bed” Ron sits down and watches as you get down on your knees in front of him “bloody hell” he says nervously “relax” you tell him. You felt exhilarated it was probably an adrenaline rush. You had never had experience in anything like this before and neither did Ron.
Your fingers slip under the waistband of his pants and underwear as you pull it down in a swift motion. Your spit on your hand and move it up and down, you look up at Ron as he’s watching you carefully.
You open your mouth and use your tongue to lick from the base to the head, Ron lets out a small moan. You wrap your lips around his tip and make your way down as far as you can. Your head moves up and and down at a comfortable pace.
Ron had never seen you like this before. He’d only thought of you in this way in his imagination when he’s alone but he didn’t think you’d even know how to give a blowjob. You’re not innocent per se rather inexperienced considering Ron was the only guy on your mind.
Usually he thinks of you as pretty and beautiful and gorgeous but you’re a whole other level when you’ve got his cock in your mouth.
You started going deeper occasionally gagging but Ron seemed to like the feeling. You feel Ron’s body start to relax and his demeanour changes “feels so good.” The longer you’re sucking on his dick the easier it becomes as it becomes wet.
Ron moves his hand to your head and starts stroking your hair. “Fuck I’m so close you probably want to pull out” he warns but you continue “fuck” Ron groans as he finishes in your mouth.
You swallow and take your mouth off his dick with a popping sound. “Bloody hell, I think I just experienced heaven” he says pressing a kiss to your forehead and lips.
“Where did you learn that?” He asks “I didn’t, I honestly was just watching you and seeing what worked.” Ron lays down beside you on the bed “I’ll try not to rile you up again” you say as he holds a tight grip around you keeping you in his arms.
“So, do you think we might work?” You ask nuzzling into his neck “yes considering I don’t think I’ll ever want to let go of you” you press your lips to his. “Our parents are going to go wild” you say “we should probably think of another story about how we got together” he suggests “I think that’s a good idea.”
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pctterswprld · 11 months
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pure jealousy
pairing: ron weasley x gryffindor!fem!reader
summary: you have feelings for ron and you were planning on asking him to the christmas party. he doesn’t seem to realise those feelings until you give up on asking him, someone else offering to take you instead.
word count: 3,356 words
warnings: ANGSTY FLUFF, literally two swear words, a bit of kissing, idk what else...
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[y/n] [y/l/n], described by her peers, was a compassionate woman who always took everyone’s feelings into account. while having gryffindor’s fiery personality, her beauty (inside and out) only made her much more desirable among the students of hogwarts. it was something she took pride in, having the ability to wrap people around her finger.
unfortunately for hogwarts’s keen scholars, [y/n] had her eyes on someone. of course, she had not revealed who she had feelings for (only to her best friend, hermione). and let’s just say… [y/n] was pretty good at hiding her feelings.
long story short, [y/n] [y/l/n] was in love with her best friend.
no, not hermione.
ronald bilius weasley. best friend to the chosen one and known for being quite daft from time to time.
he was quite a popular figure, being gryffindor’s quidditch keeper and also helping with da in his fifth year. ron wasn’t one to brag but he quite liked the attention he received — especially from women.
again, unfortunately for [y/n], ronald just had to tell her all about it.
“right, so you know lavender brown?” he questioned, [y/n] picking at her food as she fought the sigh trying to come out of her mouth.
“yeah, ‘course.”
“she’s interested in me.” [y/n]’s eyes shot up, meeting ron’s eager ones as he nodded enthusiastically. “i know! it’s bizarre, i thought she hated me last year after that whole incident in the room of requirement—”
“wait,” [y/n] interrupted, dropping her fork on her plate as she crossed her arms. “how do you know she likes you?” ron scoffed, stuffing another spoonful of jelly into his mouth.
“well, it’s obvious. isn’t it, harry?” the ginger nudged [y/n]’s other close friend, the one and only harry potter, who was sat close by them, invested in his new fancy advanced potions textbook. he looked up abruptly, his chin in his palm as she shrugged.
“i guess her attitude towards you has improved—”
“see—!” ron immediately zipped his mouth when his eyes met with someone else’s across the great hall. [y/n] turned to see what (more like who) he was looking at, frowning when she saw lavender brown coming their way. she flashed a smile towards ron, tucking a lock of her curly hair behind her ear as she giggled along at what parvati patil said, immediately rushing to their normal seats.
at this point, [y/n] felt extremely sick. she gulped down her food as she met eyes with her beloved best friend, who seemed beyond the moon. a wide grin crossed his lips as he spoke, “see! she likes me. you cannot change my mind.”
[y/n] tried to be happy for ron. he’d been wanting a relationship for ages as he was unhappy with himself (or he was simply just bored). and there was no doubt that ron did not retaliate his feelings for the girl. he, of course, loved her dearly as a friend. and to [y/n]’s disappointment, it seemed like he was never going to figure out her secret.
a smile crossed the girl’s lips as she nodded, uncrossing her arms, “okay, i see it. she likes you,” she chuckled, ruffling the ginger’s hair as he laughed along. she felt eyes on her as she looked at harry who had an inquisitive glint in his eyes as they flickered from her to ron. [y/n] shook her head, looking down at her food as she heard harry sigh to himself.
“um, i promised hermione i’d meet her in the library,” [y/n] stated, finishing the last of her food as she looked at the two boys in front of her. “so… i best be off now.” ron didn’t seem to be paying attention, his eyes still on lavender with a look of adoration in them. harry gave the girl a sympathetic smile as she solemnly glanced at ron, sighing in defeat.
“see you later,” harry waved as [y/n] smiled, walking out of the great hall with heartache striking her chest.
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[y/n] stared at her herbology textbook, struggling to understand the words with the one million words crossing her mind. she huffed, her forehead meeting the pages of the book as she closed her eyes. hermione sighed at her best friend, brushing [y/n]’s hair aside to get a better look at her.
“did something happen?” hermione asked, knowing the reason behind [y/n]’s sadness already.
“well, you’ve got that figured out already,” [y/n] joked, sighing as she sat up. she leaned back in her seat as she began tying her hair into a ponytail. “okay, i get that i haven’t made my feelings that… obvious.” hermione nodded, scribbling across her parchment as she listened. “but, come on. even harry agrees with you, i’ve been looking at him differently since third year!” she ranted, almost slamming her textbook shut out of frustration.
“[y/n]...” hermione began, setting down her quill. “perhaps it’s time you… stopped liking ron?” [y/n]’s eyes shot up, her left cheek now against her palm as she thought.
“you’re acting like i haven’t thought about that ‘mione,” [y/n]’s lips pressed together, staring at the words within the pages in front of her. hermione’s mouth opened to speak but it immediately clamped shut when she noticed the figure approaching the both of them. [y/n] looked up, furrowing her brows as she sat up. “what—?”
“hello, ladies.” [y/n] whipped her head around, seeing two fairly attractive slytherin boys in front of her. she glanced at hermione whose cheeks had already flushed at the sight of them. the voice belonged to theodore nott, his eyes already on hermione as he awkwardly scratched his neck. [y/n] recognised the other boy as blaise zabini and sat up in her seat straighter, crossing her legs.
“hello, boys,” she greeted, her ponytail bouncing as she smiled, “to what do we owe the pleasure?” blaise stepped forward, a grin crossing his lips as he glanced at theo.
“well, with slughorn’s christmas party coming up, we’re obviously expected to bring someone,” blaise spoke, his eyes on [y/n] as she intently listened. “and you two were first on our list to ask…” hermione nudged [y/n] whose eyes widened with excitement. [y/n] glanced back at the slytherin boys, a sly smile on her face.
“why, we’re honoured,” she began, “i hope you weren’t lying when you said we’re your first choices,” she tilted her head.
“of course not,” theodore flashed a smile, glancing at hermione once again. “we’ll do anything to prove that if you want us to.”
“that won’t be necessary,” hermione giggled, [y/n] smiling as she added, “we’d be delighted to go with you two.”
blaise and theo smiled, bowing their heads as blaise spoke. “wonderful. we’ll meet outside slughorn’s office next week?”
“sounds great!” [y/n] agreed, the two boys walking off with looks of triumph on their faces. [y/n] turned towards her best friend, looking gleeful as hermione fanned her cheeks.
“you might not agree but they’re both incredibly attractive,” she sighed, leaning back in her seat as [y/n] shrugged.
“well… this might be my chance to get over ron, like you said,” [y/n] grinned, “and blaise is a nice guy, don’t you agree?”
and as a consequence, the two began talking away about what they were going to wear in the corner of the library, all thoughts of ron weasley disappearing.
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later that night in the common room, [y/n] sat crossed-legged on the sofa as she finished up her DADA homework, crookshanks purring quietly beside her as her quill scribbled away. she was too concentrated to notice the familiar ginger boy sitting directly beside her.
ron tapped her left shoulder, a smile appearing on his face as [y/n] looked up. she put her quill down, tilting her head at her best friend, “why are you so smiley?” ron scoffed, leaning in his seat.
“i was just happy to see you, jeez,” he muttered, [y/n] laughing as she put away her essay. she tickled crookshanks’s ear as ron spoke again. “where were you after lunch?”
“i told you i was going to be in the library with hermione,” she replied, her lips pressing together as she remembered how ron looked at lavender. ron tilted his head.
“no, you didn’t.” [y/n] sighed, pulling out her hair tie as her [y/h/c] hair cascaded past her shoulders.
“yes, i did. you were too busy staring at bloody lavender,” she retorted, staring into the fire as she brushed her hair aside. ron’s breath hitched as he took in [y/n]’s appearance, his brows raising at how pretty she looked at this angle. he looked away, scratching his neck as he cleared his throat.
“right. sorry. yeah, now that you say that…” ron glanced at [y/n], who seemed to now be in a foul mood as she hugged her knees to her chest. the ginger mentally facepalmed himself, trying to change the subject. “so, with harry and hermione going to that party next week, i was thinking we should spend the day together,” he grinned, causing [y/n] to look up. “because you said you didn’t want to go. we could hang out, like old times.”
[y/n] bit her lip, letting go of her knees. “well, i never said that and… um, i’m sorry, ron. but i can’t.” ron furrowed his eyebrows.
“why not?”
“because…” [y/n] sighed, fiddling with her fingers. “i’m going to the christmas party. with someone.” ron looked gobsmacked at this, his arms now crossing as he scoffed.
“yeah? with who?” he questioned. [y/n]’s brows furrowed at the sudden change in his demeanour.
“blaise zabini,” she replied, forcing herself to not smile at the thought of him. “he’s in our potions’ class—”
“i know who he is,” he snapped, now staring into the fire as [y/n] widened her eyes. she looked away, staying silent because she knew it was best not to argue with ron when he was in moods like these. then, he spoke again, “do you want to go with him?”
“well, hermione wants me to—” [y/n] stopped abruptly, cursing herself as she felt eyes on her once again. it was now only her and ron in the common room.
how she wished harry or hermione were here right now. 
“why does hermione want you to?”
“because she doesn’t want to be alone,” [y/n] shrugged, fiddling with the hem of her shirt.
“harry’s going to be there.” [y/n] sighed at this, leaning back into her seat as she tucked a lock of hair behind her ear. “and isn’t she going with nott from slytherin?”
“yes, she is. i’m surprised you didn’t find out from her that i was going with blaise,” [y/n] remarked, hearing another light scoff emerge from ron. “what? they both asked us while we were in the library.”
“so is that why you two have been blushing all evening?” he muttered, his eyes staring with intent at [y/n] as she struggled to look away.
“yeah,” she mumbled. “guess so.” ron shook his head, getting up from his seat and surprising [y/n] as he began to walk up the staircase. “where are you going?”
“to bed.”
“seriously?” [y/n] guffawed, going after him. she had been in his and harry’s room a number of times, so it didn’t surprise ron when she went after him. “do not tell me you are annoyed because someone asked me to the party.” ron let out a grumble as they both reached his room, confirming [y/n]’s suspicions. “you are!”
“you can do what you like,” he mumbled, entering his room and kicking off his shoes. [y/n] closed the door behind her as she followed ron.
“i don’t know why you’re so bloody bothered,” she stated, crossing her arms as ron turned around. “you’re the one pining after lavender!” ron’s lips melted into a harsh smile, looking to the side as he spoke.
“so that’s why your attitude towards me has gone sour– because of lav?” [y/n] gagged at the nickname, rolling her eyes. she heard a laugh emit from ron, pissing her off even more. “i can’t believe it—” [y/n] walked towards the ginger, pushing him harshly as a look of annoyance crossed his expression. “ow—?”
“first of all, that nickname does not do lavender justice,” [y/n] began, ron smirking at how frustrated she was getting. “and secondly, if you had just let me ask you to the bloody party in the first place—!”
“wait, wait, wait, wait,” ron interjected. “what?”
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A FEW DAYS EARLIER
[y/n] trailed after ron as they both stood at their desks, getting their stuff out diligently. the girl glanced at the door, noticing how harry and hermione hadn’t arrived yet and looked at ron who was now sitting down on his chair.
as she sat down, she tapped ron’s shoulder, catching his attention, “do you know if harry has asked anyone to the christmas party yet?” ron nodded, messing with his quill.
“yeah, he asked luna. why, were you planning on going with him?” he replied, paying close attention to [y/n] as she looked away.
“nah, just wondering. asking for hermione since she’s all hot and bothered about finding a partner,” she smiled, glancing at her parchment. ron nodded slowly.
“so… are you going then?” [y/n] glanced at him, “to the party?” the girl smiled, a tinge of pink arising on her cheeks as she looked down.
“um, actually, i was wondering—” a giggle from beside ron caught [y/n]’s attention, her eyes meeting with lavenders before the blonde glanced at ron with a smile.
“hi, ron,” she greeted, hugging her transfiguration book close to her chest. [y/n]’s lips pressed together as she noticed ron’s expression turn surprised. he raised his eyebrows, his lips curling as he replied.
“hey,” he replied, his voice coming out quieter than expected. she smiled shyly, walking towards the patil sisters as the three of them giggled. [y/n] fought back a sigh as ron turned back towards her, a dumbfounded manner appearing on his face. “did you see that?”
“uh, yeah. what about it?” [y/n] remarked, picking at her parchment as she heard ron’s voice again.
“what about it? well, you tell me!” he whispered, glancing at lavender again. “she was smiling. she doesn’t normally… do that.”
“perhaps she was feeling nice today!” [y/n] suggested, seeing ron nodding slowly as she almost sighed in relief. “lavender’s a lovely girl, she might just be feeling extra happy or something…”
“yeah. yeah, you’re right,” ron shook his head, turning towards [y/n] fully. the girl smiled slightly, staring at him as he spoke. “so i suppose you’re not going?”
“what?”
“the christmas party. you’re not going?” [y/n] furrowed her eyebrows, her lips parting slightly. “you don’t have a partner.”
“about that—”
“i mean, personally, i don’t think anyone is worthy of taking you,” ron shrugged nonchalantly, opening his transfiguration book with a grunt. [y/n] nodded, trying to speak as he continued, “i mean, you could ask a seventh year but perhaps you shouldn’t risk it, guys these days…”
“that’s why i was thinking about—” ron’s attention drifted away from poor [y/n] when the door swung open once again, revealing harry and hermione as they entered the room. he grinned and waved them over, causing the girl to deflate in disappointment. she bit her lip, facing hermione as she sat down opposite her. she quickly smiled at her best friend, paying attention to professor mcgonagall as she began the lesson…
“why didn’t you ask me after the lesson?!” ron stood there, gobsmacked at the new information he just received. [y/n] crossed her arms, arching an eyebrow.
“i fricking tried to! but all you could do was talk to harry about lavender!” ron opened his mouth, expecting to hear something come out of it, yet he quickly closed it once he realised [y/n] was right. he looked down, scratching his neck.
“i– [y/n], i’m sorry,” he stated, stepping closer as a sincere expression crossed his face. “i genuinely am. i know i can’t take the bloody hint and that’s my fault. i seriously am sorry!” [y/n]’s lips pressed together as she looked away, her toes tapping against the floor.
“yeah, well, i’m going to head to my room, so…” and as she turned around, attempting to walk towards the door, ron grasped her wrist, pulling her back gently as she spun to face him. she looked up, bewildered.
“so that’s it? you’re just going to go with zabini?” he questioned, dumbfounded as [y/n] parted her lips. she glanced at his hold on her wrist and raised her eyebrows, looking back up.
“i mean—”
“you could do a whole lot better, [y/n],” he interjected once again, pulling the girl closer as she let out a quiet gasp.
“ron—?”
“no, listen. i get that you’re mad at me and you have a right to be but i do like you. i swear on merlin’s beard i do– ask harry!” [y/n] opened her mouth, trying to speak but ron continued. “i know, i know, i can’t believe it took me being purely jealous just to figure out my bloody feelings– i know. yell at me all you want, i’m just saying—”
“ron—”
“that i have practically liked you since first year after you stuck up for me against malfoy, but i just pushed those feelings away because i was still a ‘blood-traitor’ or whatever and you’re practically pure-blood royalty. and i get that that’s stupid but it’s the truth and i’m telling you now—”
[y/n] kissed him. she smacked his hand away and kissed him, grabbing his face as she pulled him close. she was sure ron’s hands found their way to her waist as she kissed him deeper, smiling against his lips when ron did. as [y/n]’s hands made their way to his hair, ron gently pushed her against his bedpost, his hands squeezing her hips as she let out a gasp, tugging at his hair as he picked her up easily. as [y/n] wrapped her legs around his waist, she nearly moaned against his lips when ron pinched her thigh, the ginger grinning at the whine she let out instead.
and just as he was about to move his lips towards [y/n]’s neck, the two of them heard a scream.
[y/n] immediately pulled away, her eyes widening when she saw hermione – along with a startled harry – standing at the door with amazement. she dropped her books, one of them hitting harry’s toes as he winced, kicking the book away.
“finally! merlin, the both of you were driving me mad,” she exclaimed as [y/n] jumped off of ron, rolling her eyes as ron furrowed his eyebrows.
“what’s she talking about?” he asked harry, along with [y/n], looking at his friends with confusion.
“listen, this only took so long because of him,” she shrugged, hearing harry shut the door behind him as [y/n] jumped onto ron’s bed. ron sighed, scratching his neck.
“yeah, she’s right—”
“no fucking shit,” harry muttered, shaking his head as a grin crossed his lips. “you are unbelievable, mate.” ron stood there, offended as hermione began to cackle.
“listen, i know i’m a bit slow—”
“oh, merlin, how are you supposed to tell blaise that you can’t go with him now?” hermione asked her friend, wincing at the thought as [y/n] shrugged.
“ah, he can always take greengrass. she’s pretty.”
“but you’re prettier,” ron winked at [y/n], causing the girl to grimace as ron sighed. “sorry, that was a bit—”
“no shit.” the quartet began to laugh, ron wrapping an arm around [y/n] as they all giggled away, the world feeling right again.
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qtssvnwoo · 2 years
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Completely and Utterly-Ron Weasley
warnings: some innuendos, not entirely proof read, otherwise just fluff  
paring: Ronald Weasley x gn!reader 
word count: 743
a/n: this was on the spot so its kinda short 
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 Ron held your back to his chest, admiring you as you drew the landscape surrounding the burrow. He laid his chin on your shoulder and watched as your hand lightly dragged the pencil across the paper. He smiled before clasping his hand over yours, rubbing his thumb across your hand. If there was one thing Ron loved about you, it was how perfect you hands felt in his. Like your hands were crafted specifically to fit perfectly into his. 
  “You’re stopping me from finishing the drawing Ronald.” You giggled, leaning your cheek onto his. You could feel the cheeky smile form on his face as he gripped your hand tighter. 
  “That's okay. You can finish that later.” He said while bringing your hand up to his mouth to give it a quick kiss. You turned your head and laid it on his shoulder as you looked at your hands, placed together tightly in Ron’s. Out of the corner of your eye you saw Ron smirking to himself while looking at your hands.
  “What’s so funny Weasley?” You questioned, sitting up to look him in the eyes. Ron looked over at you, than back at the hand he was holding before laughing,
 “I’m just thinking, you could put these hands to better use.” He winked at you, causing your cheeks to flare up at the sudden boldness of your red headed boyfriend. Ron laughed as you playfully hit his chest and took your hand away from his.
  Ron’s cheeky smile was still plastered on his face while he looked at you, taking all of you in. The way your lips were so soft and so kissable, the way your hair framed your face perfectly and the way absolutely everything about you felt like it was just made for him, like you two were soulmates. 
 Ron grabbed your hand once again and started to leave pecks on each knuckle. He kissed your forearm and then your shoulder before leaning forward on his arm and stopping just inches away from your lips.
  “Do you know how completely and utterly in love with you I am?” He questioned, looking into your eyes. Truthfully, your eyes were stuck on his lips, but nonetheless you answered,
  “I think I love you more.” 
  “Impossible.” Ron leaned in cupping your cheek with his right hand and pressing your lips together, and your lips danced together like the wind dances with the sky. You felt Ron start to hold your waist, but suddenly he pushed you down onto the soft grass, breaking the kiss in the process. He watched you laugh and he laughed with you.
  You looked up at him as he hovered over you, tracing his freckles with your fingers. You stopped at his cheeks, just holding them in your hands while watching Ron closely. He smiled and leaned into your hand. 
 “I quite like this position you know.” Ron said, with a face full of seriousness. You lightly hit his cheek and placed your hand on his chest. He blushed slightly and took your hand, that was placed on his chest, in his while looking at you like you were the only person in the world.
 “I don’t mean it like that...well I kind of do. But, but what I mean is, I like this position cause I can see you even better.” He rambled causing you to scoff at his attempt to save himself from the awful joke. Ron moved down so he was resting on his forearms, and leaned in to kiss you once again. You leaned up a bit and wrapped your arms around his neck as Ron attacked your lips.
  He moved down to your neck, sucking on the divot between your shoulder and your neck. You sighed in content as you played with his shaggy hair, running your hands through it.
  Ron stopped and looked up at you before collapsing on top of your chest, laying his head delicately on your chest as you continued to play with his hair. He took in a deep breath, inhaling your scent before kissing your chest and looking back up at you.
  “You don’t know how completely and utterly in love with you I am.” 
  “I love you, completely and utterly more.” 
  “Impossible.”  Ron smiled as he leaned in for one final kiss before cuddling into your chest and watching the sunset. He was, completely and utterly, in love with you, and he always would be. 
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lionizingheathen · 2 years
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Take it- R.W
Ron Weasley x fem!reader
"Are you sure you can handle it, baby?"
Ron visiting his long distance girlfriend
Smut is under the cut, hope you enjoy it
Warnings: Smut, Oral (male and female recieving), use of the word 'whore' at least once, face/throatfucking, vaginal fingering
Ronald Weasley was put on earth for one thing, and one thing only and that was eating you out.  You were certain of it, almost enough to bet your entire life savings as you clenched your thighs around the redhead’s skull for a moment, allowing him to instead push your legs open as he continued his movements.  You convulsed, screamed, nearly kicked him in the head, it didn’t matter.  He didn’t stop until you were pulling him up by his hair, making him stop enough for you to feel the pleasant buzz in your bones.
“Fuck, baby.” You watched as he reached for his discarded shirt, wiping it across the bottom of his face before flashing you a crooked grin.  With the way that the sunlight showed through the dusty windows of your apartment, Ron looked like a deity.   “Good girl, you did so fucking good for me.”  He said, laying down with his head on your chest.  You played with his hair absently as you looked up at the ceiling.  It’d been two months since you’d left England, two months since you had been able to hold your boy like this… two months since he’d been able to taste you… two months and counting on your end.
“Can I suck you off?”  You asked, partly regretting breaking the serene mood that had been created by Ron dozing off on your chest.  He lifted his head with a start, looking almost shocked, which you found funny… You’d never not wanted to, he just rarely asked. “You want to?”  He asked, and you nodded, giving him a wide smile and a quick kiss.  He still tasted like you, just faintly. “Yes.  Please.”  You said, and he cleared his throat, settling on the edge of the bed, his hair still messy from you pulling on it as he rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly.  Merlin, you wanted to suck his fucking soul out. “Are you sure you can handle it, baby?”  He asked, and you rolled your eyes, sliding down to your knees in front of him, making him spread his legs a bit so you could fit.  He looked almost regal, sitting above you… just the look of him left you painfully turned on, rubbing your thighs together to try to relieve some of the pressure that was building there again..
“Obviously.” “Are you seriously having an attitude with me right now?”  He asked, and you nodded.  Of course you were, that was part of the song and dance. “Mhm.”  You responded, and he scoffed, leaning back on his hands.  He would be rough… Good. “I could just fuck your throat until you can’t speak, you realize that, right?”  He asked, and you nodded.  That was the hope, you wanted him to fucking wreck you.  It was the only way to shut you up and make both of you have a pleasant evening. “Maybe that’s what I’m aiming for.”  You said, grinning up at him.  He furrowed his brows as he lifted his hips for you to pull his boxers down.  You watched as his cock smacked against his stomach, and you ran your fingers up his legs.  He was gorgeous, thick, muscular thighs from years of staying active, freckles all over his arms and chest… it made your mouth water.  And his cock itself was something to marvel at, both thick and long, fitting to his tall frame.  You wrapped your hand around it, bringing your lips to the tip.
“Why would you-.” You stuck your tongue out, licking the slit, groaning to yourself at the slightly salty taste there before engulfing the head of his cock with your mouth, making him gasp and tense up for a moment.  It’d been too long for both of you. “Oh, Fuck.”  He groaned, and you struggled to take more of him down your throat, digging your nails into the skin of his thighs as you felt the corners of your mouth stretch around him.  He was big, that wasn’t news to you, but it’d been a while… you just wanted to make him feel good, he always looked so hot when he was cumming. “Fuck, babe.”  You looked up at him, letting out a whimper.  His head was leaned back a bit with his hands over his face and you could see every vein in his arms as you worked your mouth up and down his length.  His abs tensed as he rolled his hips up to meet your movements before he dropped his hands, his eyes closed and brows furrowed.  He looked like a god.  “This feels so fucking good, Y/N… Just what I needed..”  He groaned, lacing his fingers through your hair as he pushed your head lower, making you gag around him.  You swallowed against his cock, feeling your clit throb between your thighs.  You brought your hand down between them, rubbing circles on your clit, moaning around him as you felt some relief.  The vibration made him let out a guttural moan as he thrust his cock into your throat, making you gag around him.  When he saw your hand working between your legs, he only chuckled and shook his head, folding his hands behind it as he grinned down at you almost mockingly. “Are you seriously wet from sucking my cock?  God, you’re such a bloody whore.”  He moaned, and you let out another whimper, slipping two fingers inside yourself as you pulled off of him for a moment, looking up with wide eyes as you spread your legs for him.  He watched for a moment, licking his lips at the way you were taking your own fingers before you pulled them out and slipped them between your lips, licking them clean.  You noted the change in Ron’s demeanor, how something shifted into an almost caranal look.  He locked his fingers back in your hair, yanking you back to his cock as he thrust his hips up quickly, snapping them each time you pulled off.  Finally.
“Oh, cut that shit and get back to sucking my fucking cock… Merlin knows it’s what you’re made for, hm?”  He asked, and you wanted to respond, but he wasn’t going to let you, he was too busy using your throat… and you were too busy enjoying it.  You brought a hand up to cup his balls, fondling them in your hands, making him let out another moan as he pulled your hair again, making you gasp. “Fuck, babe. Doing so good for me… just for me..”  Ron moaned, and you glowed at the praise, increasing your pressure on his balls and working to get the rest of his cock down your throat.  You let him push yoru head until your nose was flush with his pelvis, making it hard to breathe… God, it was enough to almost make you cum, feeling his entire cock down your throat.  You knew he felt the same from the near growl that came from his mouth as he snapped his hips up hard a few more times before trembling, just a bit.  A tell tale sign that he was reaching the edge.  You took your free hand and raked it down his thigh. “Gonna cum…”  He warned, and you went to pull off, only to feel his hands on either side of your head as his stomach tensed.  He thrust his hips forward while shoving your head down and letting out a gasp of your name.  You tried your best to swallow around where his cock was in your throat, but it only made you gag more.  It wasn’t until he finally let you pull off of him that you were able to swallow his cum, looking up at him with a lazy smile.  He leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on your lips, looking at you tenderly… merlin, if you weren’t already in love, you certainly would be now.  You went to stand up, to go wash your face and brush your teeth so that he might be more comfortable kissing you, but Ron grabbed your wrist and stopped you, looking confused. “Where do you think you’re going?”  He asked, shifting his large hands to your waist.  You tangled your fingers in the back of his hair, pulling his head against your stomach as you twirled a lock around your thumb. “To clean up…?”  You asked, but Ron pulled you into bed with him, making you shriek as you tried not to land right on top of his skull.  He shifted his position so his arms were tight around your waist and his head was tucked against the curve of your stomach. “Later.” He murmured, and you let out a tired chuckle as you placed a hand under his chin, making him lift his head up to look at you. “Ron…” You tried, and Ron pouted just slightly.  It was almost absurd enough to make you laugh, seeing this grown man pouting like this. “We can take a bath, okay?  I just want to hold you for a bit… I’ve missed you.”  Ron said, and it made your heart skip, hearing him say it.  You knew it was true, he’d written it a million times, even sent howlers… but it was different seeing his face while he said it, soft and gentle.  The murmur of a lover. “I missed you too.”
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sleyu · 8 months
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all i everrrr think abt is post argument over something like reader being too close to a male friend and reader being oblivious to it, n ron being lowk a lil mean abt it but he ends up feeling badd w makeup sexxxx after & soft cuddly ronn
nooo because i just saw a tik tok about this exact scenario (it was the harry potter boys react to videos<3) where you wake up late for class, and ron, who’s already sitting in the classroom waiting for you, wondering where the actual hell you are, sees you walk in late with another boy who just so happened to be late as well.
buttttt we all know ron and how jealous he can get. his jealousy prevents him from abandoning any form of reason and he automatically becomes suspicious and assumes that there’s something going on between you and that guy. you sit down beside him and before you can even smile or say ‘hi,’ to your flushed boyfriend, he immediately pulls you close and whispers, ‘who the fuck was that and why’d you both come in late.’
actually, you’d be lucky if ron actually communicated his curiosity and jealousy, because the more likely scenario would be him brushing you off and rolling his eyes every time you’d speak to him. and you would be so confused :( you woke up late, didn’t get to have breakfast or kiss your boyfriend good morning, and now he’s being a big fat meanie ? the atmosphere in the room where the two of you would be together would be simply tense. ron would either glare at you, and when he relieved you of his scowling, he’d begin glower menacingly at the boy who walked with you to class.
he genuinely doesn’t care about the idea of it being a mere coincidence if he was already in a bad mood. he gets sooo possessive, especially when he gets regularly taunted by the slytherin’s for literally everything, but ever since the two of you began dating, he just feels extra threatened and is scared that someone is gonna steal you away :( the thought of some guy even being within 5m radius to you is enough to make his blood boil and his cheeks flush.
eventually, he gets soooo antsy that he corners you in an empty corridor and demands you to tell him who he was and why you would miss your daily walks to walk in with some other guy. what’s nice about ron is that it doesn’t take much to reassure him on the spot. all you really have to do his wrap your arms around his neck and stand on your tiptoes, emphasizing his height, and press a soft, loving kiss to his lips. your doe eyes, combined with a cute little pout on your lips, plus the slight tilt of your head in confusion is enough to have him apologizing for how he acted throughout the day :(
‘i’m sorry, love, it’s just—ah—i’m tense and—uh—i really missed you this morning,’ i’m sorry but he can’t communicate for shit so it’s better to just cut him off with a kiss and let him express his sorry to you physically.
hhh makeup sex with ron is so good because even after making up with him, even after all the apologies and reassuring, each thrust of his hips feels so territorial, as if he’s trying to engrave himself inside you, claiming you for himself. even though he whispers that he’s sorry and that he’ll try his best to control his feelings next time, you can still tell that the way he’s pounding into you is almost as if he’s trying to prove a point: that you’re no one else’s but his and that nothing in the world could take you away from him.
he’d groan in your ears, slow his pace to kiss you on the lips, ‘all mine, yeah? you’re all for me, y/n, aren’t you?’ HHHH
he hates himself for it, but he gets such a kick out of how small you look and how big you make him feel as he’s fucking you. your mewls, the way your eyebrows furrow, as if you’re almost overwhelmed by his size and each rut boosts his ego to the max and only makes him want to fuck you harder :( you just looks so pretty and ronald weasley is a firm believer in the fact that pretty girls deserved to get fucked well !
and you best believe, he’s leaving hickeys all over you. maybe not in places where other people can see (despite however much he wants to show the world that your his, he knows he’ll never hear the end of it if the twins or anyone else caught sight of the marks he left on you), but all over your breasts and inner thighs. it gets him going that he’s the only one who will ever get to leave marks in those places.
and let’s not forget his big finale. you best believe that after some good makeup sex, he is definitely cumming inside you. ron’s breeding kink is something we can discuss next time, but seeing his cum drip out of your abused, swollen cunt is the icing on the cake for him. as said in my previous ron fic, it completely solidifies and affirms the fact that he’s the only one who will ever be able to do that, and in years time, he dreams of getting you pregnant with his children to show the world that you’re his forever </3
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vilentia · 2 months
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First Valentine's Day
Ron Weasley x reader
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Summary: Ron Weasley's first Valentine's Day at Hogwarts, filled with laughter, love, and magical moments.
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In the hushed, frost-kissed corridors of Hogwarts, where whispers of magic and the echoes of laughter intertwined, a special day dawned. It was Valentine's Day, a time when even the most ancient stones of the castle seemed to pulse with the warmth of heartfelt confessions and the sweet nervousness of young love. For Ron Weasley, this day held a particular kind of magic, one that had nothing to do with spells or potions. This year, he wasn't just Ron, Harry Potter's loyal sidekick, or the sixth Weasley child. He was yours, and you were his, a fact that filled his heart with a blend of pride and nervous anticipation.
The morning found Ron pacing the common room, his palms sweaty and his mind racing. He had planned everything to the last detail, inspired by a story he had heard from Fred and George, albeit with a gentler, more personal touch, knowing well the difference between a prank and a gesture of affection. He had wrestled with his nerves, a bouquet of flowers in one hand—charmed to stay fresh and fragrant—and a box of Honeydukes' finest chocolates in the other, their contents a mystery even to him, hoping they would suit your taste.
You found him there, amidst his pacing, a smile playing on your lips at the sight. "Ron," you called out, your voice a soothing melody against the backdrop of his frantic heartbeat.
He turned, his face lighting up like the dawn. "Hey," he managed, voice cracking slightly, the simplicity of the greeting belying the depth of his emotions. "Happy Valentine’s Day," he said, thrusting the gifts towards you with a mix of eagerness and bashfulness.
Your laughter, light and genuine, filled the room, easing the tension from his shoulders. You accepted his gifts, admiring the flowers before opening the box of chocolates, each piece crafted with care, an assortment of flavors that spoke of thoughtfulness and a desire to please.
"Thank you, Ron. They're beautiful," you said, your eyes meeting his, a spark of shared joy dancing between you.
Encouraged, Ron took a deep breath, his next words tumbling out in a rush. "I thought, maybe, you'd like to go for a walk around the lake? I mean, it's cold, but it's also kind of nice out, and I thought—it might be nice. Together."
Your agreement was immediate, the promise of shared solitude more appealing than any crowded celebration.
As you both strolled, bundled in your scarves and coats against the chill, the conversation flowed more freely, touching on everything from the mundane to the magical, each word weaving a tighter bond between you.
At one point, Ron, in a burst of bravery fueled by the day's significance, reached for your hand. His fingers were cold but his grasp was warm, firm yet gentle. "You know," he began, a hint of mischief in his voice that belied his nervousness, "Fred and George once tried to convince me that the giant squid in the lake was actually a disgruntled mermaid transformed by a botched potion."
You laughed, squeezing his hand in return. "And did you believe them?"
"For about a minute," Ron confessed, his ears turning a shade redder, "until Hermione overheard and gave me that look of hers. You know the one. Makes you feel like you've lost a few dozen IQ points just by being in the same room."
The image of Hermione's exasperated expression brought another round of laughter, echoing softly across the lake's frozen expanse. The ease with which Ron shared stories, including those that poked fun at himself, endeared him even more to you. It was a vulnerability, a willingness to share his unguarded moments, that made the day feel even more special.
As the path wound closer to the water's edge, you both stopped to admire the view. The lake, a mirror to the sky above, reflected the cotton-candy hues of the setting sun. It was a breathtaking sight, one that lent an air of magic to the moment.
"It's beautiful, isn't it?" you murmured, leaning slightly against Ron.
He nodded, his gaze not on the lake but on you. "Yeah, it is," he said, the depth of his feelings clear in his eyes. Then, taking a deep breath as if mustering his courage, he added, "You know, I've been coming to this lake since first year, but I've never seen it quite like this. It's like... being with you makes everything seem... better. Brighter."
Your heart fluttered at his words, the honesty and raw emotion in his voice striking a chord within you. "Ron, I feel the same way. Being with you, it's like finding a piece of myself I didn't know was missing."
For a moment, there was silence, save for the gentle lapping of water against the shore and the distant calls of birds returning to their nests. Then Ron, with a tentative yet hopeful smile, leaned in closer. "So, does this mean we can make this a tradition? You know, coming here every Valentine's Day?"
The question, asked with such hopeful earnestness, brought a smile to your lips. "I'd like that," you answered, your voice soft but filled with promise.
As the walk came to a close, Ron found a secluded spot, a private oasis amidst the vast grounds of Hogwarts. He turned to you, his blue eyes shining with a mixture of affection and earnestness. "I'm really glad I get to spend today with you," he said, the words heavy with sincerity. "I know I'm not the best with words, or... well, a lot of things, but being with you makes me want to be better. For you."
Your heart swelled at his admission, the simplicity of his words more precious than any grand declaration. You stepped closer, closing the distance between you, and whispered, "You don't have to be anything more than you are, Ron. You're already more than enough for me."
And in that moment, with the fading sunlight casting a golden glow around you, Ron leaned in, his kiss a sweet affirmation of the feelings you both shared, tender and hesitant, yet full of promise. It was a perfect reflection of your first Valentine's Day together—simple, genuine, and utterly unforgettable, a cherished memory in the making, set against the backdrop of the magical world that had brought you together.
As the day faded into evening, with stars beginning to twinkle in the sky like countless tiny lanterns, you and Ron made your way back to the castle, hand in hand, hearts full.
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ch-4-eri · 1 year
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drunk!clingy ron is so HOT omg like imagine him at a gryffindor party whispering stuff in your ear because he's so horny😮‍💨 please incorporate this into a fic i will die that part of hbp where ron is in slughorn's office is the closest thing to it
Accidentally escalated things. Enjoy this tho. How could I not
Another party had been blazing in the gryffindor common room, the house winning a quidditch match as the players were all hollering, jumping and dancing.
You made your way down the stairs from your bedroom before you were met with Ron’s drunken state, his eyes softly staring into yours as he grabbed you closer to him.
“Woah.” You stumbled as his gripped your waist in his hands gently. “Hi, babe.” Ron smiled dreamily at you, the blue of his eyes seemed to not be anywhere but hidden behind the darkness. “Hey.” You smiled back before his lips met yours gently.
“Do you wanna skip the party and get out of here?” He whispered to you, trailing kisses on the side of your neck. “Ron, you’re drunk.” You ran your hands through his dirty hair.
“Maybe, just a little.” He whispered again, his hands going inside your shirt and to your bare skin. You couldn’t help but chuckle at how ticklish that made you feel.
“You’re super drunk.” You added to your lovesick and clearly horny boyfriend. “Just drunk, not super.” Ron added in a mocking tone, his lips still kissing your neck and down your chest. “Come on, just skip with me.” Ron whined, his hands tugging at your hips.
“I’ll skip but we aren’t doing anything until you sober up.”
You found yourself plastered against the wall of the boy’s dormitory room with Rons mouth on yours in a rushed hot kiss.
“You know what I want?” He whispered, his eyes still dark as they stared into yours for a second his lips back near your ear. “What?” You asked, puzzled. His freckled hands on your thighs.
“My bed is right there, baby.” Ron quickly said, you were insanely turned on but the way he was drunk made you slightly nervous about this. “But Ron-“
“Don’t but me, come on. Please.” Ron begged, his lips going to your neck once more, kissing a sweet spot that made you recoil, your eyes closing as a whimper escaped you. “Fucking hell, Ron.” You tugged at his hair before he picked you up around his waist and you were thrown out on his bed, his clothes all stripped and down his toned body.
“You’re crazy.” You chuckled nervously. “What if someone walks in?” You asked, staring behind your boyfriends lean figure. Ron only shrugged. “I don’t care.” He placed two fingers under your chin before he captured your lips in a kiss, soon enough it turned sloppy. Ron moaning and groaning against you, his noise making your legs part on their own.
He lifted up your skirt before you stopped him. “You’re drunk!”
“So what?”
“It’s- you’re not consenting to this.” Ron chuckled at your words. “I consent to have my dick inside you, now will you please lay down?” Ron said, your eyes widening at the confidence in his voice. Knowing Ron is always shy about stuff like this.
“I- yeah.” You obliged and laid down, your head on his pillow. Lifting your skirt up once more before he stared down at you. “You’re bloody gorgeous.” His head sunk below to kiss your thighs, blinding every ounce of guilt you felt at that moment.
“Ron.” You moaned, your fingers buried into his orange hair. “You sound so hot.” He said as soon as he met your face with his, his lips swollen.
You blushed insanely hard as he smirked down at you, that shy version of him completely lost. You didn’t know what to feel about it. “Moan my name again, pretty girl.” Ron whispered in your ear again.
Nervousness went through you again before his eyes met yours, waiting for you to do so. One of his hands going up your thighs as you felt fever rising up your core and your stomach. “Ron.” You moaned at the sensation. “Good girl.” He praised. “Such a good girl.” He whispered before your skirt had been slipped down your legs, followed by your underwear.
The way he stared at you made your skin burn up and maybe it was your turn now to act all clingy and demanding. Before the door flew open and all Ron’s roommates walked in, followed by screams of horrors and Ron immediately covering you up with his blanket. “Blimey Ron!” Harry shouted at his best friend as you covered yourself up with the blanket before Ron came back, stumbling on his pants he’s still pulling up.
“Sorry, love. You okay?” Ron pushed your hair out of your face before he handed you your things. “Yeah, that was embarrassing…” you chuckled before you pulled your undergarments and stood up. “Sorry baby.” Ron kissed you all over your face, his hands holding yours as he did so. “It’s alright, don’t worry.” You rubbed his hands comfortingly. “I’ll meet you later, yeah?”
“No one else is walking in on us, Ronald.” You said, his idea should be trashed for the day. You can have only one embarrassing moment to last a life time. “Fine.” Ron said, disappointment coating his words before you leaned up and kissed his swollen red lips. “Goodnight.” You said gently before you pulled him into a hug, his bare skin so warm against you. He was such a cuddle bear.
“Goodnight.” Ron said, a smile so beautiful as you started to notice his blue eyes that you so adored. Leaving the bedroom to his roommates can go to their beds already. Passing them by and they awkwardly stared at you and you waved to them, not helping to laugh at how awkward they looked.
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easterbonnet · 6 months
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A Little Help Please - R.W
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Hi Mum,
I was wondering if you could send me a recipe, you know, because your cooking is so good and stuff, like the one for that chicken pie you do or the stew or something? That uh girl that Fred and George told you about over the holidays, well she wants me to cook for her, thinks it will be 'cute'. I don't know. Anyway I already tried going to the kitchens here and asking the house elves but they were having none of it, all I asked was for them to cook a meal and pretend I made it. So that's why I'm asking you, I've got no clue about any of this stuff, please can you help me Mum?
How are you too? And how's Dad? I'm doing fine here, and Ginny's fine too (I know you'll ask), oh and Harry. Also I'd really appreciate it if you kept this letter to yourself, don't even show Dad, and hide it, or burn it, that works too, I don't want anyone, especially Fred and George getting their hands on it. Thanks.
Love you,
Ron
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Request: Where reader is jealous of some girl who flirts ron. And ron and reader have passionate sex
Thank you so much for the request! I hope you don't mind, but I've left out the smutty parts because I feel uncomfortable writing them. Sorry it took so long.
Green eyed monster and green skin girl
Pairing: Ron Weasley + reader
word count: 1008
Summary: Lavender gets too close to your boyfriend
Warnings: jinxes, some sexual innuendos, y/n being kinda cruel, maybe some mistakes? noot proofread
Hey! If you think this didn't completely suck, feel free to check out my masterlist.
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Ron has always been a jealous person. Sometimes, it didn't even make sense why he was jealous. It had sprouted over years of insecurity and feeling like his brothers were better than him. I've always tried to reassure him and make sure that he felt loved.
What didn't make sense, though, was the fact that today, Ron wasn't jealous, I was. So when madame Sprout announced that Ron's partner was Lavender I was too busy fisting my pen in my palm and trying to ignore her obnoxious laughter than celebrating the fact that Neville was my partner which guaranteed me an O.
They were sitting in the seats a few feet in front of Neville and I, and after a few minutes, I couldn't resist the urge to glare at the back of Lavender's head.
Poor Neville was trying to explain something to me, but I couldn't help but fantasize about chopping off Lavender's long blonde hair or even better yet, setting her whole head on fire.
My blood was already boiling, but when Lavender let out a high-pitched giggle and decided to place her hands on my boyfriend's arm, I was seeing red. All I was thinking about was how after the lesson, I couldn't wait to give her a piece of my mind.
Suddenly, I didn't have to wait till the end of the lesson because her hair caught fire. She started screaming and shouting. There was chaos all around her, and I tried to ignore it as much as I could. I didn't know I was that angry.
"How could you do such a thing?" Hermione whispers, angrily from the chair behind me after madame Sprout poured water on Lavender's head, leaving her looking like a drowned rat. I shrug my shoulders and avoided her gaze, "I don't know what you're talking about."
"Please! Everyone here noticed the way you wanted to stab her." Hermione scolded, and I scoffed at her (very true) insinuation. I said, "I did not want to stab her."
"You did, too. I stopped explaining ten minutes ago." Neville pipped in from beside me. I rolled my eyes and huffed. I turned back to find that Lavender's hair was intact and after a quick drying spell, she looked normal again.
Lavender continued her antics and pressed on my boyfriend's bicep, no doubt telling him how fit he was. Ron flushes and awkwardly shifts away from her. He looks back at me to find me glaring at both of them.
Lavender looks back at where Ron's looking and notices me. Her face turns to disgust. She looks me up and down, then scoffs, and she looks back to the front. I growl and try to claw at her from behind my table while Neville holds me back. Neville says, "You can't go to Azkaban for murder!"
"You're right, Neville." I say while straightening out my uniform before sitting down in the stool again. I grab my pen and whisper, "There are too many witnesses here anyway."
"What was that?"
"Nothing!" I reply, feigning innocence. Thankfully, the lesson is over in a few minutes. Neville and everyone else leaves the greenhouse. I wait, noticing how Lavender has my boyfriend cornered, talking to him about something idiotic.
Ron stops her mid sentence and rushes out of the greenhouse before she can catch him again. Lavender huffs and flips a bit of her hair over her shoulder. It was my moment, I slung my back over my shoulder, and as I walked towards her, I flick my wand to preform one of my favourite spells.
After it's done, I grin, satisfied. She's done packing when I reach her. I clear my throat and she looks at me. The give her a fake smile then say, "You should really know not to touch what isn't yours, especially since I know that you know that Ron isn't yours."
"What are you going to do if I don't?" Lavender replies with a hand on her hip. I smile, and head to the door, leaving the greenhouse, but not before replying, "You'll know."
Ron's waiting outside, fidgeting anxiously. I ignore him and walk a few steps towards the castle. Ron follows muttering, "I'm so sorry, I would never-"
"Relax, Ron. You were great, she, on the other hand...she'll get her punishment." I mutter the last part of my sentence. Ron looks confused. He asks, "What do you mean?"
A few laughs are heard and then a loud scream. I grin, knowing what happened. Ron looks back at the havoc that's occurring, and his eyes go wide. I can only imagine what he must be seeing, Lavender with green skin and hair. Ron looks back at me, eyes wide. Then, his face turns into what can only be described as incredibly smug.
"You're jealous." Ron says, and I look at him, mouth agape. I was, but no way I was telling him. I roll my eyes, but the blush on my cheeks betrays me. I huff, "You're insane."
"You're very jealous." Ron replies and lets out a chuckle at the end. I pout and start marching away from him. Ron wraps an arm around my waist and pulls me to his chest.
He presses his lips to mine and raises his hand to cradle my face. It's slow and passionate. I open my mouth, and he deepens the kiss. I feel butterflies in my stomach. He parts, voice significantly deeper, "You're very sexy when you're jealous, darling."
He trails his other hand and fidgets with the hem of my skirt. My eyes widen, and I look around to find no one noticing. Ron whispers into my ear, "How about...we go to my dorm, and I'll remind you how you're the only one for me."
He presses a long kiss to my lips again, but this time, it's filled with lust. A need grows inside me, and I can't help but let out a small moan when he pinches my waist. Ron doesn't waste any time taking us to his dorm.
a/n: I think you can guess what happens next. I hope this was good, its my first time writing a request, I hope I did it justice.
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